To a Journeyman
¶ 1
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The journeyman transfers again for free,
there isn’t even a signing on fee,
He’s 39 and his game’s going dead,
he should really be at home instead.
Ten minutes of training and he needs a rest,
the team cross their fingers and hope for the best.
The natural state of this guy is “rested”,
he thinks playing a whole game is being tested.
He’s the one who can’t catch his water bottle,
the one who gets his own foot caught in the net*,
and he’s the one, of course,
Who’ll be on the road again, I bet.
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