Lay down for the king

I see people having fun.
I see them doing dead lifts,
they do squats,
no one likes them but they do good mornings too.
I hear grunts of determination, and I smell victory.
Mean while I miss half the workout, laying down, on the cold concrete,
my back rules, almost dictates my body,
I almost wish for regicide.





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