well..since everyone else wrote about fat chicks

Those fat chicks seem to be a muse
Their feelings though you do abuse
When describing all the hues
That clearly should not be fused

It’s not the clothes that are the crime
Since they would not be worth a dime
If the chick was really fine
A problem tis’ of mind and matter
All too much matter for the mind to scatter

Besides that, put yourself in their position
It’s hard to keep those tits from opposition
Their cleavage looks more like a lesion
It blurs even a sober vision

It’s hard to look like a sex symbol
When you weigh about a ton more than a thimble
The odds are actually quite simple
And believe me, a whale has a better chance
At a stance, on the cover of some “Trance”

But you have made the right decision
To buy a gun, and with a mission
Clear the world of blurry vision

Selective breeding is the answer
We would be quickly rid of cancer
And though this sounds like eugenics
It has some different mechanics

I might get sued over this poem
But in that case id really show em
That it’s not healthy or attractive
That overweight is quite destructive
And that the moral of this story
Is lose some weight or you’ll be sorry