Working out is like fucking
I’m thrusting through with a fierce resolve A dirty push-up My head is filled with images of naughty girls in clown costumes My arms are feeling sore from the calculations of corrected positions I break a sweat and my heart makes a loud thud Nothing really matters in this space Just fine movement at rhythmic paces Bone grinding bone Fluids mixing up All the commotion in my head disappear And for that moment I am sane In this zone, I make a vow To always kiss the floor when I do a push-up