Remaking my body

First day that I went to the gym and used the machines,

They were not friendly to me but mean fiends.

Muscles sore and tired as hell, the machines were not my friends.

Repetition and more reps, to move this old bod,

I feel like my body was attacked by a metal rod.

 

All to get me to live a healthy life style,

Got to eat right, and in the end I will smile.

If I can get a twelve pack in the  gut,

If only I could get a firm and tight butt.

 

Will it happen, hell if I know but I will give it a try,

Trying to live to a ripe old age, may my eagle fly.

 

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