Your dusty insecurity won't do,
not tucked away in the attic
like that -- folded old dirigible
gone pffft. Company's coming!
Drag that bag downstairs, put it
right there in the entryway, and
get your pump on. Sweat drops,
breath stops, back pops while
Whoosh-a whoosh-a whoosh-a
go your piston-pumping arms.
Your wife tells you to let it go.
Your kids invite you out to play.
Whatever. This could take all day
but will be worth it later, when
everyone finally sees how hard
you've worked, and leaves a bit
deflated.