Tonight I went out to the gym again
for the first time in a long time again,
but the available options were pretty lean,
with a line around the block for the chest machine.
So I went over to the treadmill and I got right in it
and I walked right in place for at least five minnit,
then my lower left thigh got really sore,
so I wiped away the sweat as I felt hardcore,
said bye to the lady from behind the desk
and I promised myself I’d work on my chest,
next time. Next time.
Backing out in my Echo I got quite a shock
from the Jack in the Box restaurant across the block
and I guess that you could say it was just my luck
cuz they were selling two tacos for just a buck.
I recalled a bag of quarters I’d forgot about
from the last time in the month that I’d gone out
to the arcade that I loved down in San Jose
that had been blown up by some damn dirty apes.
Grabbed the bag from the floor of the passenger’s seat
untouched for a few weeks by a passenger’s feet,
thought I had enough scrilla to buy a few
of those sweet gringo tacos that look like spew,
which didn’t really matter cuz I planned to park
nearby and eat those tacos right there in the dark.
Turns out I had enough for more than that
but I wasn’t really worried about getting fat
cuz I’d already gone to the gym today
but I got a fizzy water too just in case.
A dozen tacos later I was back at leisure
at home when I remembered Tillamook in the freezer
just three-quarters empty and getting colder
so I decided to save it from getting any older.
Put a spoon right in and I took a bite
delicious as ever but it wasn’t quite right,
looked down and the tub was three-quarters full,
did my duty anyway and I ate it all,
plus the stale cereal that was going bad
in the gallon of milk that was looking sad
plus the stale Winco chips that were aging fast, a
simple challenge with the aid of some diet Shasta.
I know it sounds like a lot but I’d like to say
it’s just fine cuz I went to the gym today.