Westalai
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Gym
Walled with mirrors,
ringing with rock,
stinking of bodies
pumping iron.
Machines like robots
stand to attention,
row upon row
heavy with weights.
Gym junkies pump
ridiculous muscles
straining like Arnie,
pushing their edge.
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