Envy

Headphones in
music blaring,
notes almost visible
on the white ceiling tiles
at which he's staring,
deep breath in
and he push up against the weight,
his arms struggling to support it,
and all the time one image in his mind.

Pecks firm and square
shoulders broad and round,
wash board stomach
and huge arms,
the image that had been planted
in his head, as perfect,
since his last girlfriend left him.

He'd been in the gym every day since
and always the day after he'd wince
as his muscle ache for the strain,
but he gritted his teeth
and got through the pain
and then in the following afternoon
he'd do it all again,
'pumping iron' til his muscle tore
and his body was weak and sore.

But a few years on
he found that he'd over done it,
and his spine gave up
and collapsed,
now he's stuck in a chair,
with only his pretty body looks
and his stupid blonde hair.

He is Envy