Spot me bro

in between bench presses and gangsta rap
men will fistbump and huff
then talk, talk in the way men talk
saying nothing
eventually a camaraderie develops
and soon you know who’s going through what
this guy does two hours of cardio five days a week
and sometimes strength on Sundays
he’s running from a divorce,
this bullish teen with raggedy breath
staggers round the punching bag
tired of being bullied he says
i teach him to breathe with his hits
like this, eesh eeessshh eeeeshhh in threes,
baldy with the rose tattoo calls himself a PT
but only trains blondes with tank tops,
retired officer with grey beard and cabled arms
admits having three daughters is tougher than catching criminals,
in between dumbbell lunges, this wiry man says
this is how I sweat away depression
and you can see happiness in his pores,
if men spotted each other like we do in the gym
my word, war will cease and men will live.

To the gym gods

In the name of the deadlift, the bench and holy squat,
may the gains god bless me this day
as I lift my arms in adoration of steel.

May my sweat be a pleasant offering on high,
fill me up as I burn the fat on your altar gains god,
know that though the earth weigh me down
the calf press keeps me up.

Yea though I walk through the valley of carbs
I will fear no calories
Your bar and treadmill keep me trim.

Gains god, keep my traps tight and form true
as I squat in your iron temple,
Lo! I pray not for lighter sets but higher reps.

Keep me swole on the Sabbath
spot me when my faith is weak
creatine me abs of bronze
sanctify my bros with chalk
give us the strength for leg day swoly father.