Ready… Steady… Mate!

I went to the gym and hurt my buns,
And going by the pain will never have sons,
They made me lift heavy little things
Made me pull bars, said it’d give me wings
Ogres in shirts two sizes too small
Grunt ‘n scream to turn into a He-Man doll
While others with more feminine charm
Intend to mirror a barbie farm
If we were meant to look that way
Evolution would go the Arnie way
This must be akin to a mating dance
Six-packs and cuts bolster your chance
But what are guns n’ bullets for anyway,
If you like someone blow the others away
Snuff out this need to be muscle bound
Just pick a gun that makes the most sound

– Raziel ©2012

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