time for a complete workout
at the gym,
so i buy a small
dumb bell
of twenty pounds and do
lifts and curls
with my left arm.
the arm that hangs
out the car window
and puts
items into the box at
the drive-thru bank.
all day long,
i'm at it, lifting my weight,
during meals,
showers,
even while making love,
which annoys
Betty to no end.
in no time at all i'm
entering
arm wrestling contests,
and flexing
my one big muscle
as i drive around.
in my convertible car.
i get a tattoo, of course
for that
bicep. some lettering i
found on a Chinese
menu,
which i think says Spinach.
but there are draw backs
too.
i have to have all my
shirts and coats,
and suits
altered to fit my new
enormously buff arm.
and people everywhere
are asking me to open
twist off caps,
and jars of pickles.
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