I attempt to be significant
in this knock-down-drag-out gladiator coliseum called life
but I often settle for less.

I don’t aspire to Pepto-Bismol chasers after midnight snacking
on Kraft Macaroni & Cheese at 3 in the morning
but let’s not kid ourselves, an accomplishment is an accomplishment.

Someday exercise bikes, ThighMasters, and rusty treadmills will collect dust
in vast gym equipment graveyards, some still whirring, clanking
like metal pillbugs searching for someone to oil their joints.

Future generations will look back at my era and declare it a golden age.
Thank you, George Foreman for everything you’ve done.
Thank you for your Lean Mean Fat-Reducing Grilling Machine.