The Great Muscle Disaster

A cry of anguish passed across the Gym like a thick fog.
Word had just been passed down from the White House
That muscles were illegal.

In light of such dark tidings,
What choice did the muscular Beefers among us even have?
Muscles were everything to them, and so
Rather than live in a world without Muscles,
Those rippling behemoths slammed their own heads in the doors of their Acuras.
Their heads burst like grapes in the sedan doors
And their irresponsibly muscular arms hung limp and lifeless.

Everyone at the Gym agreed
That this made a tremendous amount of sense
And was, in the long run, for the best.