Every night at 7,
Mondays through Thursdays,
To purge and correct my body
I go to Church
A neon-lit venue
Filled with half-clothed
A rainbow of Adidas, Nike, First Ascent
As eyes feast on the belusted sight of
Lean, toned flesh
Or built, powerful torso.
Everyone obeying the lights and the beeps
For their 30 seconds of allocated machine time.
No one daring to upset
The eternal rules of the super circuit.