Bingo Arms Poem by Bryan Corbett

how is bingo arm even possible?
have you ever seen those old birds play?
some of 'em play up to 60 cards at a time
four nights a week, and twice on Saturdays

those two old arms of theirs
just flying around the table
in a crazy whirlwind
like a Tasmanian Devil

going this way and that
with a dauber in each arthritic hand
marking up all those
B-14s, N-39s, and O-71s

hell, most of 'em know
just what kind of workout
that they're in for
before even heading out
for the evening

isn't that why they all
wear track suits, tennis shoes,
and sweat bands?
so? what gives?
shouldn't those arms
be all nice and defined?
what am I missing?