I work at a
gym that is
popular all over
the country, because
of its family values, and
sliding fee scale.
I am a custodial artist.
It\'s mindless and gives
me time to write.
I get a free membership.
Men walk around the
locker room nude, and
try to have full conversations
with me.
I want to say,
put your cock away,
it doesn\'t talk.
This is a gym,
not a nudist colony.
I take no delight in
seeing your shriveled balls.
Where is your modesty,
your decency?
Wrap yourself in a
towel before you try
chatting me up about
the weather.
I\'m trying to work out,
and then get the fuck away
from you screwballs.