Mac Johnston. Poet. Scholar. Death Knight

For gods sake why?

For gods sake who?

Why are you flailing your fists in the air in front of the mirror like a baboon?

You gangly fifty year old mess of a man.

Why must you alienate the rest of us just trying to workout and mind our own business?

This is not a boxing ring nor has it ever been. This is Planet Fitness. Quite possibly the most flamboyantly colored, average joe ridden place on earth. Not Super Knockout Fisticuffs Mcgavins’ House of Punch nothingness.

Is it to impress the over the hill soccer moms? Or the barely legal teenagers? Have they been so fascinated by your pugilist brawn that they proposition bedtime?

I can tell you one thing is for sure..When you fight against nothing, you always lose.

Do pushups like a normal person. Stop whacking away at your dignity.

Love,

Mac