He wakes up in the morning

And think of nothing else

But protein, perfect form,

And solid bicep shape

He takes a step outside

And gets his biceps on a curl

He curls whatever he can grab

A can of soda or his shopping bag

His backpack, jacket or some trash

He keeps on curling, never stops.

He curls all day, he grinds his teeth,

He curls in dreams, he curls to breathe

The people watch him, judge him, laugh

He doesn’t mind, he curls to live.

He doesn’t care what they all think

He’ll never lose that curling grin

He doesn’t care if it’s a jar of jam

He’ll pick it up, he is the curling man.