That Guy
That guy at school
Best on the ball
Never lifted a finger
Unless the manager called
Pandered to his ego
Scores more goals so must go
Top of that sheet
Because of golden feet
But the head and the body
Banged to a different beat
So never forget us grafters
The hardworking afters
We’re the spine that holds
That oversized skull
And without our unity
All heads shall fall
Now that guy at school
Who once fooled you all
Is wondering why
All he now has is a ball
Original poetry by Jon Arthur 2026
