Working out at night so dreary, while I struggled, strained and weary
Over many a lift with reps and sets the power techniques of yore
While I strained, nearly slipping, suddenly there came a tapping
as of someone gently rapping, rapping on my squatting form
"Lower faggot" though he muttered, I pushed so hard and slowly sputtered, "Tis merely someone spotting on my squatting floor, only this and nothing more"
Ah, I distinctly remember, it was the bleakness of bulkcember
And each little dying ember wrought it's ghost on Starting Strength
Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow, gains and strength from Zyzz up high, how now I wished that I could cry
And though the gains came so fast, GOMAD left me spitting gas, a spit of milk gone sour and bad, GOMAD oh GOMAD
And though I yearned for quads of steel, for banquet halls of oatz and meal, I knew that in my heart of hearts, the cutting soon would have to start.
Time comes around, and it was late Cut-tober, that my lifts were getting sober, as I strained and strained, in vain.
When suddenly there came a spotting, suddenly, like Zyzz hearts clotting, there came a spotting slowly across my squat room floor.
And with arms wrapped around my waist, no homo mates that's not the case, arms stretched high to hold the bar, I lifted that weight but only so far.
For when I failed and couldn't go, you lifted me and then we showed, that bros are bros and lifts are lifts, and no matter how much we miss, we get up fast and try again, Manny, my main man at the gym.
