Bicep Blast
By Nathan Schiller
I place my hand upon the iron bar,
He is my cold master, whom I live to serve
And who rewards my loyalty with Size.
I am properly hydrated and poised to lift these weights.
I will do lat curls and work my core to achieve
The well-defined abs that women go wild for.
The Great War swallowed a generation.
Their screams were blanketed in a lethal hail of shells.
I am here among the ruins of the war-scarred Earth
Dutifully performing reps.
I’m benching 250 now,
Which is more than my older brother, who is still alive.
I have incredible technique.
I am sculpting my body
With impeccable form.
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