I See The Beefers Lifting

By Alan Primrose

How strong they are, those Beefers
Who hang out in the darkest corner of the Gym
And lift the weights high up toward Heaven
And scream with pain and rage while their muscles grow larger
Than any muscles should!

It is said in hushed whispers
That when the Beefers thrust their weights skyward,
At the apex of their ascent
The lips of God stretch down
And kiss their barbells
Before the fall.

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