a woman asked me at the gym
if i was ever compared to him
who waves a little wand around.
i let my eyes drop to the ground

she spoke to me with large fake breasts
and though i tried my hardest best
my magic powers failed me
in casting a frost spell on the enemy

i was doing snatches with the 80 bell
"snatches" being an essential element of a gym rat's hell
enough to chuckle when she strolls
enough to drop a third testicle

after that we didn't speak
only an occasional mirror peak
at my introverted sweat-drenched self
half boy magician, half ogre, half elf

she left with a "have a good workout" goodbye
as if she didn't just watch me in skeptical doubt
for a half an hour at least
as i turned from prince to lizardly beast