Guardian of the Gate

Eric’s at the terminal, flexing more than muscle, Airport cop by day, at night he’s in the hustle. Hits the gym hard, where the weights get tossed, Prepping for the stage, no chance to count the cost. Between the shifts, chess moves on the board, Fueling up, his lunch is never ignored. [Chorus] Eric in the uniform, patrol in his zone, Keeping peace, muscle and mind fully grown. He’s the king in this game, moving like a knight, Handling chaos, turning wrongs into right. Every call he answers, ready to engage, On the airport floor, he’s the main stage. Bench pressing issues like he does in the gym, When passengers get rowdy, they deal with him. Calm and collected, yet strong in his stance, Taking charge in every circumstance. Protein shakes and chess strategies on his break, Making smart moves, both give and take. [Bridge] From biceps to brain, Eric’s got it all, At the chess club, he’s making his call. But when duty rings, he’s first on the scene, Handling stress like his mind’s a machine. With a word, a look, he can diffuse, In every challenge, he refuses to lose. Then it’s back to the floor, eyes sharp as he patrols, Spotting trouble, filling security holes. But don’t be fooled by the size he packs, His intellect's a weapon that never lacks. Abusive travelers, he meets with a cool head, A tactical mind, ensuring peace is spread. So next time you’re passing through his gate, Know that Eric’s keeping everything straight. Flexing muscles, and a sharp mind too, In his world, there’s nothing he can’t do. Officer, bodybuilder, chess enthusiast, friend, With Eric on watch, security never ends.