
You there, basketball boy, football boy, you jack-of-all-trades boy, do you not see how they worship the ground you walk on? A poem about the most popular person I know, and how clueless he seems about everything going on around him.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Friendship - Words: 146 - Published: 11-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3071045
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You there
basketball boy
football boy
you jack-of-all-trades boy,
Can you not see
that your friends worship you?
That they act as though you're a god
and treat you like royalty?
Can you not see
how they flock to you?
how you are their center,
how you are their core?
I don't know what about you
makes them cooler,
makes them better by compare,
or greater than they were before.
I can't see why
you are better than the rest
when they work just as hard
and receive so little credit.
I will never understand
why they worship you
or how you are as magnificent
as God or a king of men.
What they may see in you
is a daunting mystery to me
for when I look at you
I see only a boy
too quickly becoming a man
and soaking in too much glory.
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