Ode to Kalo 



To the seat of demonic possession 

Vortex of spinning energy 

Glittering, malicious verbal whips and 

Maker of aching, muscular maladies 
To the bounder, the founder of faithlessness 

The font of driving endless suffering 

Disciple of the Beast, you, who feasts 

On the masses of the writhing and sweating 

Devouring our hopes and bodily ambitions

Leaving all hearts and limbs quaking 
Abode of restlessness, presumably kind, probably mean

Pushing forty eight hours a day on methamphetamine 

Cyclone in the hall, all of us fall to your feet,

There not one straight spine to be seen 

Every movement eliciting moans and groans

The machines thanking The Lord that He 

Made them machines 


Pinnacle of human and satanic synergy 

Zenith of endurance, wrath of a thousand angry seas 

Revered, most feared trainer

You might just be the death of me



It’s healthy to leave the gym feeling slightly murderous… 😜


3 thoughts on “Ode to Kalo 

  1. PapaBear says:

    Who’s Kalo ????? 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Madsies says:

    Haha. Perfect! 😀


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