So yeah, this poem may be intentionally funny because I make it sound like my pecs are so huge and
all, and that is quite far from the case.

Um, just imagine Ahnold reading it. LOL

And as far as the 3rd verse goes, yeah, it seems to be TMI but fuck it, that's what my twisted mind
thinks of. Oh noes, my hands are trying to lift up this bar which is too heavy. I can't do it.
Oh snap, I feel my jeans being pulled down and my penis being fondled and I can't do squat! LOL



"My Rock Hard Bouncing Pecs" By Alexander The Poet 01.03.08

After a good one hour workout session,
 My pecs hurt and feel so sore
It's because I train them with such aggression,
 That they cannot take no more!

As I lay down and do a few benchpresses,
 I feel my pecs start to burn
And their ability to bounce progresses,
 And they grow more, in return!

What else grows more is my dick, yes it's bizarre,
 At the thought, of being groped
While both of my hands try to lift up the bar
 For there's more weight than I hoped!

And when I start doing ten or so push-ups,
 Damn my chest just tears apart!
My pecs jiggle just like a pair of c cups,
 I swear, it's a work of art!

Some days my pecs feel so heavy and so full,
 Very much like a girl's breasts
So naturally them, I then squeeze and pull,
 And my hands, they never rest!

Sometimes after a workout I make a shake,
 With many grams of protein
And after I drink it, me it does awake,
 For my pecs, it's like caffeine!

It feels so good to be able to bounce them,
 I think, it's better than sex
I know lots of guys who are jealous of em,
 Of my rock hard bouncing pecs!

THE END