My dearest treadmill!
Gasping can be luxury
Panting can be post-modern
With you
I can eternally crash and burn….
Give me a break dude!
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My dearest treadmill!
There’s something in you
That reminds me of my everyday life
Not that both you make me run like hell
No! It’s not just that!
But there’s something terribly wrong
About you both,
That when I push for a “cool down”,
You shift to the F@#*&* “endurance”
Not even a “fat burn”!?
Give me a break dude(s)!
