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 Shall we lie with an Arby's sandwich whore.