Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

Why Spin Class is Like Going to a Bar

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The person at the door asks for ID

 

You’re wearing a tank top

 

They’re playing loud dance music so that you can’t hear your friend talk

 

You have to get there early to get a good spot

 

After an hour, you’re sweating

 

You keep playing eye-tag with a cute guy in the mirror

 

Once he catches your attention, said guy purposefully flexes

 

When you get home, all you want to do is pass out

 

The next day, you feel it, and all you want is greasy food

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Written by TheUndomestic

February 19, 2009 at 2:30 am

Posted in Uncategorized

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