In the gym, the bros all meet,
With bulging biceps and massive feet.
They come to lift, to pump, to flex,
To push their bodies to the max.

With grunts and groans, they lift the weight,
With every rep, they seek to mate,
Their muscles grow, their veins pop out,
As they strive to be the biggest about.

They talk of protein, creatine,
Of gains and pumps, of being lean.
They strut around, chests puffed out,
A symbol of strength, no doubt.

They wear their tanks and tightest shorts,
Their muscles bursting through the ports,
Their hair slicked back, their faces stern,
As they lift and sweat and yearn.

They pound their chests and roar aloud,
Their ego's massive, their heads unbowed.
They lift to prove they are the best,
To stand above the rest.

In the gym, the bros all meet,
With iron will and massive feet.
They come to lift, to pump, to flex,
To be the best, and nothing less