The Jock
The Jock.
By Jenna Williams
Varsity jackets and nike crew socks.
All you do is sit with friends and mock.
Strutting around, thinking you own the place
Do you think you can walk a slower pace?
You are practiced at handling balls
Apparently that means you've got it all.
Party it up every weekend
There are fights that eventually amend.
You move an object from point A to B
Why is that supposed to impress me?
The winning touch down or a slam dunk
Congrats, you are a narcissistic punk
Get both of your hands out of your pants
You are lucky someone doesn’t tell Mrs. Kantz.
I’m surprised your head doesn’t tip with its mass
You think you’re king, but you’re just an ass.
Thinking you are so cool and full of swag
But just seeing you makes me want to gag.
Sure, in high school you’re good with a bat
But after, “Do you want fries with that?”
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