Roasties Get Out

Do not believe the roastie's lies
When she comes around to proselytize;
She'll screech and protest all day long
Denying she's taken miles of schlong

"Genetics!" she will cry in fear
Praying there is a white knight near;
But no help comes, there's no salvation
From the omega uprising sweeping the nation!

Innies are alright with me
With their virtue and their purity;
They know what womanhood's about
And with one voice cry: "ROASTIES OUT!"

But beware the roastie's tempting calls
Luring betas to her cavernous halls;
She'll suck you up, and then you'll be
A slave to her vile cuckoldry

We see now, with our open eyes
The plainness of the roastie's lies;
We'll stick with innies, and nevermore
We'll lie with an Arby's sandwich whore