Working Out

poem about the gym

Working out

The gym i go to

its for those who have been kicked out 

of other gyms

These are the guys who look like they have been in prison

huge muscles

they grunt , groan , yell as they lift giant

amounts of weight

one guy asked me to spot him

i stood over his head

as he lifted

my balls about 12 inches away hovering

as he lifted way too much

i thought if he drops and needs help

he will be tasting my balls as i struggle

to pull this weight up

I acted manly 

if felt good

after that i looked in the mirror and decided

i look good for the day

and left

i wont see my tummy today

i can have a cookie or two

life is good