like steroid toys that offer stronger, faster joys.
Their pumped up iron muscles mesh while down below small bumps of flesh are ballsthat look like shrunken heads,
between tight thighs of massive girth in locker rooms much cause for mirth but incapable of causing birth.
I guess they got their moneys worth.
Anabolicly they frolic soon as bloated drugaholics but always buff when in the buff projecting looks so rough and tough.
brains voiding dangers they employ prescription toys for bronze god boys,
but oh, so easily annoyed rage burns 'em like adrenalin as chemicals destroy these men.
pecs move as six pacs, wash two more poisoned pills down to build up more, they inflate flesh until their sore.
Ignoring all of death's dangers these 21st century power rangers too soon reduced to cold, dead strangers.
Then friends and family all in shock question what drove them to seek rock hard muscles that made their hearts stop, each super jock now in a box, a wee bit oversize it locks, down over all that massive girth as pallbearers get their works worth.... while lowering them into earth.
Was it all worth the praise of men to be so strong then gone from them as prayers are read and dirt clods cover just one more muscled steroid lover.