Ode to the audacity of the text user
who whittles on the phone to post
TikTok videos galore while sitting
on the exercise machine, earning
the ire of those who strive for solid gains,
as they endure the agony of people who shamelessly
text on the exercise machine - pumping out
social media posts instead of pumping iron.
Please do text on the exercise machine, you overly
tanned bimbo with blonde hair and silicone lips.
I did not use the exercise machine to pump iron
into my muscular veins while you're too vain
to get off the exercise machine, choosing instead
to pump out social media posts to an unknown audience
of creepy men and vain narcissists.
But you know what would make it easier?
Simply - put the fucking phone down,
or kindly get the fuck out,
so in peace we may earn our maximum gains.
who whittles on the phone to post
TikTok videos galore while sitting
on the exercise machine, earning
the ire of those who strive for solid gains,
as they endure the agony of people who shamelessly
text on the exercise machine - pumping out
social media posts instead of pumping iron.
Please do text on the exercise machine, you overly
tanned bimbo with blonde hair and silicone lips.
I did not use the exercise machine to pump iron
into my muscular veins while you're too vain
to get off the exercise machine, choosing instead
to pump out social media posts to an unknown audience
of creepy men and vain narcissists.
But you know what would make it easier?
Simply - put the fucking phone down,
or kindly get the fuck out,
so in peace we may earn our maximum gains.