Work it Out
I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with exercise at times throughout my life - and this poem relates to that, but more relevantly; the self-destructive culture of manosphere groups.
A healthy obsession for activity
He’s a viceless victor of variety
Tearing tissue to reform physically
Lifting weights after running around ruthlessly
Mental exhaustion to avoid thoughtless wandering
He wakes up shaking even before ice bathing
Evacuating excrement exponentially
Eating rotten, raw meat, religiously
Rancid, roped in, ripped and recluse
Revolting to women - rather rightfully
Emotionally stunted, munted; muscular thing
No resistance band could stop his strangling strength
Swinging from the chin-up bar idly