beaches in poetry

you will be outside of the gymnasium
you will be trying to recruit passersby
you will be selling memberships for the gym
one day I will pass you buy on the street and
when you ask me if I want to have a beach body
I will respond
“beached whales are definitely on the beach, bro”
you will reply
“beached whales are dead” and I will retort
“so am I, bro… ON THE INSIDE”
and you will join me
you won’t go inside that gym
you will leave that gym behind
you will know that there’s no wisdom there!
and you will join me
we will be a million strong
recruiting people to cancel their passes
or at least not go to the gym
to impress any goddamned one else
by any goddamned one else’s standards
because we all got a fucking beach body
provided we are at the beach