Too sore to move, I did not groove
But rather sat for a good spat
An exclaim of “NEAT-O” as I ate my burrito
All the excitement needed, no invite heeded
Boring and lazy, no getting crazy
Alone in my house but without a couch
Only a plastic chair, for furniture I do not care
The apartment is so bare, but to be fair
I never noticed until tonight, with muscles torn and tight
Wishing for a anything comfy, for now I am grumpy.
I AM NEVER DOING CROSSFIT AGAIN
Life of pfeif 