I went to the gym one day
Don’t let that all shock you
I went to lift some puny weights
And got stuck amongst the monsters
“I don’t take anything to build my muscles”
Said a singlet clad muscle man proudly.
“Not like all those pretentious peeps”
“My girlfriend is a fitness trainer”
Another man chimed in.
“She thinks it’s great that I work out”
There was a pause, a set was lifted.
“We really are so great”
“We do the hard yards”
“We get the shape”
“And we don’t steroid or the like,”
I decided not long after this
At this level of conversation
That I could never match their weights
Nor their inane conversation
And perhaps the morning would be a better time
To pump my skant iron.