In Just Seven Days (I Can Make You A Man.) Poem by Satan's Sibling

A weakling,
weighing 98 pounds,
Will get sand in his face,
When kicked to the ground.

And soon in the gym,
With a determined chin.
The sweat from his pores,
As he works for his cause.

Will make him glisten,
And gleam.
And with massage,
And a little bit of steam.

He'll be pink.
And quite lean.
He'll be a strong man,
But a raw man.

He'll eat nutritious, high protein,
and swallow raw eggs.
try to build up his shoulders,
Chest, arms and legs.

Such an effort,
If he only knew of my plan,
In just seven days,
I can make you a man.

He'll do press ups, chin ups,
Do the snatch, clean and jerk.
He thinks dynamic tension,
Must be hard work.

Such strenuous living,
I just don't understand.
When in just seven days,
I can make you a man.