The Jock

The Jock

October 22^nd-November 4^th, 2006

Note: This is a dark poem I don't

choose to share too often, but

it has tons of value in it. 

He passes you by on the street.

He’s walking in his blue jeans,

He’s talking like he owns the place,

He’s got a million friends who thinks he’s cool

And a million more women who love his body.

Chorus 1:

He plays football

For the greatest team that ever lived.

He makes love to the hottest chick

That ever roamed this earth.

But…he doesn’t really love himself.

He puts a gun to his head every night

But he never pulls the trigger.

He pins a boy not more than 14 years of age

Up against the wall.

He pulls out a knife

And threatens to take his life.

The boy begs him not to hurt him

And after awhile just lets him go.

He might look tough on the outside

But on the inside, he’s a scared little boy.

Chorus 2:

He plays football for the

Greatest team who ever lived.

He makes love to the hottest chick

That ever roamed this earth.

But, he doesn’t love himself…

In fact, he despises himself.

He puts a gun to his head every night

And one of these times,

He might just pull the trigger.

A deep well of pain,

Imbedded in his heart.

He wants somebody to help him,

But he feels that he’s a man

And can take care of himself.

Doesn’t want to destroy his rep,

And doesn’t want to lose his friends,

But he clearly, he has no clue what to do.

Chorus 1

Chorus 2