A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, February 18, 2023

the so broke fitness club

She was proud 
but poor. She
made
do
with hard work, like
most of her friends, plus
one or two jerks. And they
all belonged
to a fitness club,
in the poor part of
town with a cheap sign-up.

Well,
it sure wasn't much.
They had one weight
bench in a huge ass room
with a bunch of mostly
empty ass racks, where
in better
days -

weights could have
been.
It wasn't
they were stolen
it's just that's all they had,

as a fact. The stationary bike
room,
- okay. Those
had been stolen. But
most came back! Returned, 
because they wouldn't
go, oh. Okay.  

She could go.
She could not even
stop, oh no smack. So
she strove, pushed, burned 
like most of her friends. Making 

do
with dream equipment,
calisthenics and 
flow - plus instinct, 
guts, legs, arms 
and rear ends! 

All together, watching 
out for each other, all 
friends plus a couple 
of jerks, all members 
of the
so broke
fitness club, yo. 

- Now the flagship 
of a nationwide chain! 
So, 
"What's up?"
There you go! 
Just shows perseverance 
and pluck, plus a cheap business
model can make you
sweat

fuck

why not go sign up? 
No,
they don't have much,
but just a couple few bucks
gets you in, and 

so what, they don't have much? 
It's enough to begin. 
Get a fierce looking face, 
just imagine the weight 
that you chin 

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