“Get Fit with Hamlet” (co-written by Willie S. & Jane A Gordon)
To be (hot) or not to be (hot)—
Is that is the question?
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous cupcakes
Or to take arms against a sea of temptation
And by opposing, exercise. To gorge, to binge--
No more--and by a lunge, to say we end
The heart attack, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To lift, to lunge--
To lunge--perchance to squat: ay, there's the rub,
For in that squat of depth what thighs may come
When we have shuffled off these saddle bags,
Must give applause. There's the blood pressure
That makes ability of so long life.
Th' belly fat, the proud man's muffin top
The pangs of despised blub, the flaw's decay,
The diabetes, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' pig-out takes,
When he himself might his healthiness make
With a small effort? Who would barbells bear,
To grunt and sweat building a stronger life,
But that the dread of summer at the beach,
The undiscovered six-pack, from whose burn
No lifter returns, struggles the sit-ups,
And makes us rather bear those sweats we have
Than flop to others that we want not of?
Thus results does make sexy of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is boosted o'er with tight butt in skinny jeans,
And enterprise of great pitch and movement.
With this hard bod, their self-esteem is high,
And love the name of action. – Hard, you now,
The fair will feel ya! -- Nymph, in thy own eyes
Be all your goals, remember!
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