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.