Ode to Meatball Matt

In Kappa Sigma, he rules the land,
With tiny shoes and big demands.
Though barely five foot on a box,
He struts around like he’s the fox.

He shouts, “Those frat boys broke the law!”
While hiding Kappa’s fatal flaw.
He points and blames with wild flair,
Ignoring that his hands aren’t bare.

He swears he’s honest, bold, and true,
Yet twists the facts like lawyers do.
He spins a tale, then swears it’s fact,
A walking storm, yep, that’s our Matt.

But love him or not, he’s always loud,
The shortest one, yet oddly proud.
With meatball pride and scheming grin,
He'll die defending Kappa’s sin.