The snowy morning was dark and cold.
Most content to sleep and snore away.
There was but a lone misfit person,
Who thought, “I think I’ll start today.”
As he walked towards the breakfast table,
Covered with waffles, pancakes, and toast,
“Just eggs and bacon please!” he said.
“Oh, and black coffee, dark roast.”
Out the door he did run,
Sprinting quickly down the street.
Strangers never dared to stop and ask,
“What are those things on your feet?”
When he arrived at the Globo gym,
He was greeted with weird looks and stares.
From treadmills and machines they watched,
His workout, both peculiar and rare.
Handstands, dips, and deadlifts!
Lots of bodyweight rows!
Squats! Pull ups! Push ups!
And medicine ball throws!
In 30 minutes he was done.
In and out like the Flash,
He jetted off to work
To prevent a server crash.
Strange looks from coworkers
And even stranger looks from friends
He couldn’t help but chuckle,
When told that he’d gone off the deep end!
“Why don’t you eat cake?
What about heart healthy grains?
That’s just meat and veggies!
Have you gone insane?”
The man nodded politely,
Kept his thoughts to himself
Healthier than ever before,
His couldn’t help but feel top shelf.
After a long day at the office,
He returned to the Batcave: his house.
He sat down and turned on the computer,
With a quick wiggle of the mouse.
Although he felt strong and proud,
He couldn’t help but wonder,
“Am I alone on this journey,
Or part of a far greater number?”
One google search led to the next,
And he stumbled across a site for nerds!
Nerds that were strong, tough, and quirky,
Who worked out like Angry Birds.
It was a group of doctors and programmers,
Gamers, lawyers, and psychologists.
Teachers, artists, and salesmen.
Even rocket scientists!
As he joined his new guildmates,
He no longer felt alone.
He bellowed “For The Rebellion!”
“I have found my new home.”
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