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Mon 26 Jan, 2004 01:58 pm
out of place my night club nighttime behind
smoky absinthe recluse
I retreat to the privacy of my pen and page
I watch treadmills, ergos and egos
Middle age men scared of dying
"I'm immortal!"
Screams each toned lean shiny body
Another read in cosmo she had be thin (it's so in)
I see her on the walking machine
no direction, going no where
Burning calories
spontaneous combustion
Sweating Evian and Valpre
Even waters got to be the right brand....
Like trainers and T-shirts
Addidas, Nike, slaty, clingy
black tights and vests.
Body Beautiful
brain numbing
keeping fit
like a hamster in a cage.
But gyms an addiction capitalism can accept
(like tobacco)
economics, ask the sports companies
protein shake manufacturers
and all the rest
that make there living
Out of you looking THEIR best.