Awsome Squat Poems.

[skr0w]

I know a lot of you guys might think poems are gay, but check these two out. The first one I'm sure many of you have pasted on the wall behind the squat rack. Hell it's 7 o'clock and I've only had 4 hrs. sleep and it gets me pumped everytime I read it.
Does this poem motivate you'all like it does me?
If you know any other good lifting poems post them




THE SQUAT

Down this road, in a gym far away,
a young man was heard to say,
"no matter what i do, my legs won't grow"
he tried leg extensions, leg curls, and leg presses , too
trying to cheat, these sissy workouts he'd do.

from the corner of the gym where the big men train,
through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain
where the noise is made with big forty fives,
a deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees.
a very big man with legs like trees.

lau***ng as he snatched another plate from the stack
chalking his hands and monstrous back,
said, "boy, stop lying and don't say you've forgotten,
the trouble with you is you ain't been SQUATTIN'. "-----------DALE CLARK-----------


The Mighty Squat By; Joe Skopec

We've come to squat so run and hide
You bicep freaks must step aside

Just take your sissy selves elsewhere
You'll turn your heads but still you'll stare

Go right ahead and pay attention
Glimpse into this strange dimension

Yeah you're still weak and never grow
This world of pain you'll never know

Your shouts upon the leg-press, phony!
Noodle legs like macaroni

Some day I hope you'll understand
And wrench free from the poser band

Puny curl bars, leave this spot
The rack named for the mighty SQUAT

[scaramouche]

woot woot yeeeeha

[Schmidty]

I like the second one

[scaramouche]

yeh the first is bollocks

[Timm1704]

poems dont really psyche me up at all. however, i do love squats lol

[scaramouche]

yo adrian,no pain

[Renesis]

I like em. Especially the second one because it is so true -.-

[Kennedy]

Good stuff....got me wanting to do legs

[skr0w]

Untitled By; PDS

The young man looked fit, thick through the chest. Bulging biceps and triceps. Washboard abs and the rest.
He strode a bit closer. To my shock and surprise!
I saw his torso supported, by two spindly thighs!
He walked with confidence and no apprehensions,
as he performed his first set of leg extensions!
I watched this debacle, watched his face turn askew.
Watched him scream in mock agony, 'til his set was all through.
T'was then I approached him and extended my hand.
"I don't mean to disrupt you, but excuse me, young man!
I was admiring your work. Man, that set was nice!
But I wonder if I might offer some helpful advice?"
He spoke not a word. Simply nodded his head.
I could read his expression. He wished I were dead.
"Get off this contraption! You're wasting your time!
Go to the squat rack! You can see....there's NO line!
You don't need machines! You don't need to look far!
Just load on the weight and get under the bar!
Unrack that sucker! Squat ass to the floor!
Grab some big plates, and load on some more!
Hear the iron rattle as you pound out each rep!
But please, my friend! YOU must take the first step!
Come with me now! To the squat rack we'll go!
Together we'll get those tiny pegs to grow!"
He studied me hard. He seemed in a haze.
No words came! He stood in a daze!
'Say SOMETHING, son! Speak to me, PLEASE!'
'I can't do it!', he screamed! 'I have bad knees!'

[Timm1704]

hahaha that one is great!

[skr0w]

Through a cloud of chalk, the big man appears Belt cinched tight, no look of fear.

With blood shot eyes, he approaches the bar Rage flowing through him, a war in his heart.

The cold steel greets him, his best friend Un-racking the tonnage, the bar starts to bend.

Sets up in his stance now, and takes in his air The weight feels light, he’s already there.

Unlocking his hips, and taking it down His mind now blank, he hears no sounds.

Reversing the gears, and driving it up The blood starts to flow, the crowd erupts.

A smile cracks his face, a bloody-toothed grin The bar grinds to lockout, he’s helped to the pins.

Three whites blaze bright, the Vegas strip There’s stars in his eyes, and blood on his lip.

A finger of thanks, to the Man up above He shakes off the haze and his handler’s hugs.

It’s just who he is, born, bred, and true He’d die for the PR, he’s paid his dues.

Cause there’s nothing like the feel, the knurled bar on his back He smiles; the loaders grab more plates from the stack.

Rick Walker

[ronan the barbarian]

i look at the weight and prepare,
i could lift anything,but do i dare,
all those who dont lift just talk,
but 2 days after squating,
all i wanna do is walk.

thats real shit but only took me 20 seconds.lol

poetry is for people with no life,iv git better things to do than make two words ryhme

[rubix6]

nice

[aragorn1500]

In the original post the word "lau***ng" has three letters removed and replaced with asterisks. Anyone know why??

[aragorn1500]

It did it to my post also. Are the letters GGGGGG and HHHHHH not to be put side by side??

[InsaneInTheMembrane]

With his weakness, a man was once annoyed
So he took a shit load of steroids
For months, he squatted off his ass
And yet never put on any mass
But managed to get a nasty case of hemorrhoids

[S431M7]

lol
that was a good poem.

[bpm1]

im lau***ng here, good stuff