this exercise is driving me mad
this pushing of pedals and weights
the noise that my heart makes
as I challenge the clock to the end  
round and round it races
where it goes nobody knows
not even this typer whose misspelled half his words
what a crazy way to write some prose
did you really have to lay this out
challenge my manhood and for what?
a latte? a pizza? what have we here?  
these bragging rights will bring me to tears.