on some days there are
the daggereyed
the impatient creatures
waiting for equipment and moving
benches around molesting grinning
trainers and stank-ass accomplices run eager trains
on pullup bar fonts and spend fifteen minutes or
more on flavor of the month ab machines or grunters lift
right at the barbell stand leaving crumbtrails
of dropped dumbbells or the
encircling characters mortgaging the chest press and
it's right there stuck in my headphone universe
dodging the pulldown cult and draping
a towel over my shoulder polite and
secure and
insecure dodging the bolder strident fucks
and fuck you
charging out of the locker room and fuck your
weight dropping and fuck your
friday night genetics and get the
fuck
out of my way
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