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A poem:

> tfw unaesthetic
> tfw life in shambles
> tfw no gf

Thank you

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>rapturous applause

...

"Squat rack OHP",
"B-ball shorts," "SS a meme"
I don't even lift

why is emma watson so perfect

Weights
Plates
Lifted
And
Dropped
No gf

I had a gf

now she's dead

to me at least.

You ever feel like
Some times
You're always alone?

And the girl you like
Is always
With Chad at his home?

damn...

>tfw skeleton
>tfw borderline chubby chaser
>tfw not on tren or a nigger
>this is real suffering

really makes you think

Is there a Chad inside us all, just waiting to be freed?
A burly Mr. Thundercock to help in hours of need?
What they say is true you know, you were Chad from the start,
But bitter world and vapid girls sewed shut your loving heart.

So come along with me my bros, lets free Chad from this day,
they're lurking there within, the things you ought to say.
So from this moment forth until the timing of our death,
may joy shine from inside you and simply find gf.

I thought getting fit would get me a girl
So I went to the gym and started to curl
After a while I did increase my burl
But I have not yet found my pearl

When I started to go to the gym,
They nudged eachother and said "look at him"
Not because I was strong, not because I was weak
But because I acted like an autistic freak
I thought that as I got the weights piled up
I would get the pussies riled up
But instead my BMI increased by ten
And now I make fun of short men

I say be my g f
She say u weak w t f
I go gym train big and strong
Now she say user gib me ur dong
I say no u shallow and fake
Now my turn gib u heartbreak
I try gib other grills the bone
But still autistic, still alone
I go back to grill say i sry
She say fuck ur sob story

>Tfw Chad is inside you
>n-no homo

Who will be my smile girl?
Who will I travel the world with?
When the rain comes I have nobody to share it with
I want somebody to share it with

You will not believe
What I have bench pressed
But under all of that
I'm still depressed

ironic and depressed, 7/10

dum

dum

alright, 6/10

ok, 6/10

supposed to be a poem not just an greentext narration 2/10

good rhymes, but cringey 6/10

ok 6/10

rhymes, funny 7/10

ok 6/10
with with with doesn't count as a rhyme
also get over it 2/10

ok 6/10

>with with with doesn't count as a rhyme
also get over it 2/10

>implying poems need rhyming
Found the normie

My strength and gains,
Formed from my will

So big and strong,
Yet kissless, still...

A gf is all I wish I had,
A 1 out of 10 doesn't sound too bad,

But here I sit, alone again
Shit posting poetry, on Veeky Forums
The end.

But, gains! What lift through yonder plateau breaks?
It is The Press™, and I am the lifter.
Arise, heavy barbell, and kill the envious DYEL,
Who is already small and lifting for gf
That I, the permabulking powerlifter, art far more aesthetic than he

youtube.com/watch?v=jTIFSBlHzR8

i was small
i did SS
that feel when
no gf

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I used to date girls
And now i date dudes

You always said
Everything in moderation
you're a pussy tho

>roses are red
>violets are blue
>"Hey user, Do you have a girlfriend?"
>"y-you t-too"

That was enjoyable and uplifting

Noice

Gymbro,
tomorrow will bring my greatest achievement.
With both of our combined efforts,
I will bench 2 plates.

Trap pornography
is a real good thing to use
for masturbating

There once was a Planet called Fitness
With nary a lunk to be witnessed
Its women were fatter
Its men called them masters
Somehow it's a successful business

Pretty good, need to work on your meter though

A true haiku

I was too skinny
So Veeky Forums told me to GOMAD
Now I squat 4 pl8

Ate big,
Got big.

-user

Fuck this hit me right in the feels

Move to iceland friendo

>ultra-feminist country where 50% of children are born to single mothers
No thanks

Several Stacies See my Starting Strength
But Long for Chad, whilst Laughing at my Length

Not to Poo his Pants, Pajeet Prays
He's been Drinking Dozens of Dairy, for several days

there must be something
other than iron.
Something else that is sentinel to tfw no gf
As a cozy rememberance that we're not alone
No, we still lift, and can still sense
A treat of sensation that despite small we cannot quell
Yes, brah, I can feel that feel
Let's ignore it before it does steal
What is now a sad memory will soon be too real
Eat up, brah,oats are good
Night night, I say, the worst is withstood.
Rest your head, it's lighter than you think it
And so are your dreams that despite all love you.
>youtube.com/watch?v=p46TMVjVz1w

Kys you are selv desü

Planet Fitness is
a sorry excuse for a gym
kys faggot

la, la la la wait till I get my gf right...

I had a dream I could squat my way aesthetic
when I awoke I struggled on a deadlift
I told zyzz I could snap any second
god it's so hard when you skip breakfast
To whom scoops are given, much greentexted
Get ingested, guess until he get the next lift
I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny
And what'd I do? Squat more stupidly
ate more calories, More mirin’ Zyzz
When scooby couldn't get through to me
The drama, goblins shooing me
I'm not natty talking like it's just you and me
I'm just saying how >tfw
I ain't one of the normies, I-I ain't got no girlfriend

KEK SAVING THIS

good stuff
t. snailz

>rating poems
Poety is something that can't be "rated"
its all objectively subjective

I went to the gym today
The receptionist was cute
I gave her the eyes
Much to her surprise
I walked through the gate
Said "see you later mate"
And carried on my workout thinking per chance, out meeting was fate

Our life together
I thought to myself
It gave me great strength above all else
Our children
Our wedding
Final days before heaven
I dreamt to myself and walked straight past her sweaty and nervous and ashamed of myself for not asking her out again
Chad is to blame
He has better game
Game so good he makes me feel lame

Guess I'll just kill myself
It all in my head
To calm myself down
I'll just shitpost from bed

born pathetic
be energetic
live life athletic

still die pathetic

the piano
>GOD DAMMIT
>4 SCOOPS C'MON
>RIGHT BABE?
>yeh

Thank you