Idiosyncrazies

September 4, 2018/in Poems /by ian

Bulked up on bravado
And testosterone
Like insouciant peacocks
They strut the gym

Grunting
They drop their weights
Egregiously
On the rubber mat
Then circle in a stupor
Drawing attention
To their mad obsession

From the outside
I watch
Reassured in my invisibility
The awkward old bloke
No-one takes seriously