Muscle.

Pump the iron make the Hulk look puny,
Jog till you drop like a demented loony,
Flexing in red shorts looking mean and moody,
Plenty of Punch with a touch of Judy,
Up at six addicted to sweat,
Kale smoothie at eight, I wouldn't touch that for a bet,
The vainest man that I ever met,
Not much Romeo doesn't need a Juliet,
Tattooed arms,huge muscles bulging,
Impressed himself in the mirror indulging,
On the beach, bronzed,his budgie is smuggling,
In love with himself, he's single that's puzzling?!
Six packed,ripped,his life in his prime,
Far too busy for love, hasn't got the time,
Not a hair out of place,that would be a crime,
His face is chiseled, like he's sucking a lime,
He's muscle bound,
Thoughts not profound,
Head don't make a sound,
Brain in the lost and found,
He's muscle bound.

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