Thursday, August 3, 2017

Meanwhile Back At The Gym

I stumble inside, craving cold, cold air,
The front desk guy shoots me a frozen stare.
"Hate to tell ya, ma'am, A/C's on the fritz."
"But I could dehydrate! And over-schvitz!"
"I came here to spin! You want me to die?"
"Nah, ma'am, that's why, we got medics close by."

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