Every fleeting and sweat-ridden movement took and brought back with it a brand new muscle
He just knew so very much, about to follow up on this – his last particular bench-press of metaphorical sorts
The straw that cracked the camel’s back, perhaps?
All in rather high-order – no such lapse about to behold – to meet the odds only ever halfway
Confidence beginning to tell now
All over
Need to remember to impress no-one yet yourself
‘Til getting to flick this fine blue tie – nestled fair ably albeit minus a suitor – right round his stereotypically gorilla-esque neck
For these days are fickle and he just needs to breathe the way he seems to have been born to do
Choose the absolute correct pocket of inspiration only envelope it a million times over and focus down upon, all around goddamnit
Train on in
Entirely
‘Til your belly burns right by a kind of fire kept in-store only ever for an enemy