a black pen illustration of a very fat woman, wearing a bikini, sat on the floor of a darkly lit english pub, with meat in her hand

Creases deep
Like the Mariana Trench
Hot and sweaty
with a camembert stench

She’s magnetic.
Gravitational
Making hearts
breakable

A tidal disrupter
So many fucked her
Works all sides
And loving the rides

Eats a baby
Tight with Letby
No to the waste
And seasoned to taste

She’s a red flag
Ain’t no price tag
No chance of resale
Cuz this ain’t retail

The cost is high
We hear them cry
Cradle to grave
And nothing to save

Megan devours
Eating for hours
Look at the twin
Dripping from her chin
Mopping it up
With the left over skin.