BRO CHECK THIS! My bicep looks smaller. Two millimeters. Tragedy. Call the media. Call my therapist. Call the mirror. Immediately. I lost a rep. I lost my worth. I need a miracle in powdered form. No sleep. No calm. Only PR. If I can’t flex, who even am I? Protein. Protein. All day long. Protein. Protein. All night long. Protein. Protein. Make me strong. Scoop. Scoop. Shake it up. Protein. Fill my cup. Chicken, rice, regret. Counting macros like it’s scripture. My personality is “progress” and my hobby is “pressure”. Someone said “rest day”. I heard “betrayal”. If I don’t punish my body, it might start thinking. Where's the pump? Where's the pump? I can't feel real. Where's the pump? Where's the pump? I need a deal. Protein. Protein. All day long. Protein. Protein. Make me strong. Scoop. Scoop. Shake it up. Protein. Fill my cup. Protein. Protein. All day long. Protein. Protein. Make me strong. Scoop. Scoop. Shake it up. Protein. Fill my cup. (Cup!) Hold up… wrong shaker?
