In sculpted splendor, pecs like granite, Biceps bulging, oh so wanted.
Stands Josh Kosh, oiled and gleaming, Sunlight glinting, oh so tempting.
He flexes, strains, and poses, proud, Vines of veins cry out so loud.
“Behold my form, my rippling might, Worship me, both day and night!”
But then, a rumble, low and deep, Out comes golden rivers of master Josh’s pee,
The sculpted statue, chiseled lean, Just what you want, muscles and pee.
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