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Cocaine at the Gym

You take your shirt off immediately…
And walk around like you own the place
Puffed chest, pompous, soaring ego
And everyone takes heed…
Recognizing that you are a raging jackass
“Put your fucking shirt on” I say.  

But you go to the weights and lift
And lift and lift and lift
You are
KING OF THE WORLD.

When we walk
I make sure
I am at least
4 paces behind you
Pretending that actually
I don’t have a fucking
Clue who you are.  
Written by Virginiapetal
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