Take my advice
This machine is not nice
Leg press is evil I must confess
Your wallet, phone and keys it wishes to possess
As it all comes out of your pocket
Quickly like a rocket
They hit the floor
While pushing your legs some more
Sometimes it happens with no sound
When people are here or not around
The machine will kill your knees
Arthritis spreads like a disease
Pumping the weight
In time the future meets fate
As the items jingle in your pocket
Viewing them fall as anger resides beyond the eye socket
Once again it will happen in a matter of when
The odds are greater than one and ten
What should i do? what should I say?
Put them in a locker, a bag or in my car far away?
Pick pocket machine
Indeed so silent yet so mean
Something does not seem so right
On a good note it did not happen tonight
