Oh how you nestle between the minimus gluteus and the superior gemellus, Oh how you hide so deep inside that posterior wall, Oh how you pulsate pain to the hip, Oh how I love to hate you. Oh how much you need to be isolated, rotated, stretched and massaged, Oh how your neighbors inside would like you removed, Oh how easy the flow could become, Oh how I love to hate you. Oh how you instantly tighten and strain with just the mention of your name, Oh how you create such a stressful place in a peaceful mind, Oh how much you dominate the brain, Oh how I love to hate you. Oh how many days are spent with the feeble attempt to loosen your grip, Oh you can’t escape the ultimate end my pear shaped friend, Oh yes someday you will be flexible and free, Oh how I love to hate you. Oh how someday the tables will turn and you will be my servant, Oh how you will become the fulcrum for everything I do, Oh my poses will expose you for all the world to see, Oh how I will love to love you.
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michelle
6/10/2014 04:19:08 pm
oh how i can see a series of these odes, each of us writing to that muscle we love to hate. good one, marc! om shanthi to you nd your piriformis!
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6/10/2014 04:29:29 pm
Marc,
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