Knee deep in a the job search after a recent layoff, but must write something or die. Figured something fun and light would do. Enjoy!
Skinny Shane was in a rut since he found he could not nut.
So unhappy in that rut with cellulite around his butt,
His scalp was balding fast and he gloried in his past
For his wife of half his life prepared to leave his ass at last.
So he walked into the clinic where he feared there might be cynics
But he found instead an industry that catered to “the bold,”
“the few,” “the daring” pioneers who rejected getting old
He was shy, but super tight was the propaganda’s hold
That he exited the franchise toting twenty cycles cold—
Then hit the gym until he slimmed at each new count of healthy sperm
As his muscles grew he kinda knew his cash was all but burned
So swiping credit, he would get it, but the side effects he learned.
His biceps, quads, and lats were jacked; their veins now bulged like worms
The libido was his credo, but his dick remained like play-dough
His pectorals swelled like cowbells and his chest was flushed, aflame.
His heart grew twice its size and he upgraded his bench game,
And his jowls were stretching wide beneath an ever-thicker hide.
But the one that shocked him most of all was neither rage nor deepened voice,
Nor muscle-brain nor muscle gain nor tapered frame, nor deadened pain—
but a greater change he could hardly name—
How balanced thoughts gave way to lust for THOTs,
Worship of strong-men at the top, and undying thirst for AI slop.
Enjoyed this...
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