I work at a
gym that is 
popular all over
the country, because
of its family values, and
sliding fee scale.
I am a custodial artist.
It's mindless and gives
me time to write.
I get a free membership.

Men walk around the
locker room ****, and
try to have full conversations
with me.
I want to say,
put your **** away,
it doesn't talk.
This is a gym,
not a nudist colony.
I take no delight in
seeing your shriveled *****.


Where is your modesty,
your decency?
Wrap yourself in a
towel before you try
chatting me up about
the weather.
I'm trying to work out,
and then get the **** away
from you screwballs.

The British anthropologist enjoyed rare tribesmen.
But after seeing his article published in the prestigious Journal of Anthropological Research,
he kept the poor man on the coals a little longer,
thinking, "Well done, old chap."

And with this I decree ******* to be a national holiday
As I give my heart away saying **** what they say
Because on this day love is in the air
But lucky me I am still single as you can clearly tell
But the question is how if there are so many fish in the sea
All swimming right past me ignoring me
Even if silly me attempt to talk to thee
They all just give me the fin and jumps on another D
As he looks back just smiles at me
So here's me wave bye to mr. Luck
Knowing **** well he just wants to **** the sea
Sending them back to me crying
Just to burry their gem like eyes into everything but where I want them to be
Well **** life I scream to the court inside of me
Because I just got sentenced to you thought you were getting lucky
As I get hit with you're such a great guy
Oh my, ***** you lie
Because if I was a great guy why every time I try to talk to you, you say goodbye
I smell *******
But of course you don't think I smell it on thee
But hey this is my life
May I have some more ******* in wine
Because it looks like I'm calling it a night