Gym is Going to Kill Me

Cue the death march
As you stumble to the firing squad

Hit the lights
Prepare for the end

Take your position
Ready, aim, spike it

Meet your murder by humiliation
Your killer a friend

You envy Prometheus
Because blood would be better

Injuries heal
But pride you can’t mend

You beg for redemption
Because winners lose someday

For a volleyball to the face
Cruel laughter’s the trend