Frank
12-13-2013, 01:57 AM
“Arm circles!” - the instructor motioned with momentum in his arms
With a venomous snarl “Arm Circles!”
He said - propelling his gelatin arms like a skeleton god, stretching, embalmed.
Nike Wind-breaker jacket dispelling his sweat – as he yells, menacing,
“Lard!”
A fat pudgy character with a mellow soft face - comes closer – with a severing scar,
He complains about his heart beat’s - irregular, regular, irregular; tremmoring, jarred.
He clutches his chest; his flesh crawling with cholesterol, diabetic - high blood pressure,
A face redder than mars.
He tries to catch his breath but the cardiac has arrested him;
He’s already in bars
Federal state prison - arteries on lock down – apprehended by the cardiovascular disease and it's meddling guards.
He’s in jail for killing 10 rival gang members -
They look on through terror; bald headed and hard.
Synchronized felons in a yard -
Orange windmills
“Arm circles!”
The instructor motions with momentum in his arms -
..
“Catch this medicine ball” he says hurling 25 pounds of leather - kettling the ball
It hits a prisoner in the abdomen, tethered and worn; for good measure, dead in the core.
It knocks him backwards. And his spirits flounder inside; all around him: unsettling force.
Meant to absorb.
5 sets,10 reps of preacher curls and their spirits are cleansed:isometric rewards.
-
The mass murderer’s killer routine, his release from being depressed,
The executioner spots him as he bangs out 90 years of stress on the guillotine bench
He deadlifts his old self from out of his miseries cave and makes him deeply repent.
Strongest prisoner in the world and he can’t even hang-clean his regret.
..
You ever been working out somewhere and been convinced you are not alone?
Something breathing down your neck?
Chances are you have been on that rowing machine with an invisible demon,
Barking instructions at you to go faster?
..
That’s me in a sense
-
My name is Damien. And I believe in promoting positive self-esteem for the rest
“I have a degree in personal training,” he bends the card – “I’m even the best.”
He stomach vacuumed and face pulled, his obliques flexed, squeezing his pecs,
A plank with a twist, into a prowler sprint, he leaped, possessed,
Me? I rather exercise my demons instead
With a venomous snarl “Arm Circles!”
He said - propelling his gelatin arms like a skeleton god, stretching, embalmed.
Nike Wind-breaker jacket dispelling his sweat – as he yells, menacing,
“Lard!”
A fat pudgy character with a mellow soft face - comes closer – with a severing scar,
He complains about his heart beat’s - irregular, regular, irregular; tremmoring, jarred.
He clutches his chest; his flesh crawling with cholesterol, diabetic - high blood pressure,
A face redder than mars.
He tries to catch his breath but the cardiac has arrested him;
He’s already in bars
Federal state prison - arteries on lock down – apprehended by the cardiovascular disease and it's meddling guards.
He’s in jail for killing 10 rival gang members -
They look on through terror; bald headed and hard.
Synchronized felons in a yard -
Orange windmills
“Arm circles!”
The instructor motions with momentum in his arms -
..
“Catch this medicine ball” he says hurling 25 pounds of leather - kettling the ball
It hits a prisoner in the abdomen, tethered and worn; for good measure, dead in the core.
It knocks him backwards. And his spirits flounder inside; all around him: unsettling force.
Meant to absorb.
5 sets,10 reps of preacher curls and their spirits are cleansed:isometric rewards.
-
The mass murderer’s killer routine, his release from being depressed,
The executioner spots him as he bangs out 90 years of stress on the guillotine bench
He deadlifts his old self from out of his miseries cave and makes him deeply repent.
Strongest prisoner in the world and he can’t even hang-clean his regret.
..
You ever been working out somewhere and been convinced you are not alone?
Something breathing down your neck?
Chances are you have been on that rowing machine with an invisible demon,
Barking instructions at you to go faster?
..
That’s me in a sense
-
My name is Damien. And I believe in promoting positive self-esteem for the rest
“I have a degree in personal training,” he bends the card – “I’m even the best.”
He stomach vacuumed and face pulled, his obliques flexed, squeezing his pecs,
A plank with a twist, into a prowler sprint, he leaped, possessed,
Me? I rather exercise my demons instead