Specimen

At first he was simply "Benjamin"
Then they called him
"Fitness"
Lately he changed his name to
"Specimen"
Adrenalin,
A man with no back bone
Manners
Or skeleton.

Pacing the Gym
Like a Preditor,
Or Like a God or Moses.
Infecting the cliental
With Body Odor
And Halyotosis.

Speciman would gaze for hours at his reflection
Occupying the communal water fountain
Impressing the girls with his
Witty repature of sexist jokes
And shit taste
In music.

Speciman liked sexist jokes.
It complemented his inflated ego.
But nobody wanted to see
A "Tiny Cock" molded
To a pair of ultra tight
Speedoes.

Four hours lost on a exercise bike
Then four hours on step a master.
In a bid to go faster,
So he could be like one of the guys
 In that movie "Magic Mike",
He very nearly achIeved his goal
I'm told.

His Heart
Encased in glass
Was not protected
From the daily workouts
And the triple Heart bypass.
The diet of fatty foods
And deep fried mars bars
Had taken there toll on Speciman's body.

He died on a treadmill
Swimming in his sins
Mouth drooped
To one side
Like a busted pendalum,
Now at least he had wings
And wouldn't need legs
To walk anywhere.

Just anouther of life's casualitys
On a eternal holiday
All for wanting a body
Like a greesed up
"Matthew mcconaghey".

Here lies Specimen
Adrenalin
No heart to give
No backbone
Not genuine
A facsimile
Of the man he could of been.
Behold the Choir,
Of the world's
Smallest violin.