9, 10 . . . push and strain,
push again, same refrain,
11,12, muscles aching,
holy shit, bones are breaking,
13, 14, lower back blues.
This is something that I choose?
15, 16, my toes are numbing,
17, 18, whole body’s thrumming,
19, 20, 21, 22:
this, my friends, will never do.
23, 24 . . . 30’s the goal.
Keep it up, you’re on a roll.
27, 28 . . . flat on my face.
Couldn’t keep up the torrid pace.
What the hell? What can I say?
I swear I did it yesterday.
In the end, no cause for sorrow.
I’ll try again for sure tomorrow.
Now I’m gonna stop my bitchin,’
haul my ass down to the kitchen
for that glorious first cup of coffee.
Mmmn, good!