During break, the game began,
hands held tight, slam if you can.
The guys all lined up, full of might,
trying to win, the table in sight.

Michal, our I.T. pro and geek,
somehow the strongest, week after week.
But then my bully, right next to me,
stepped up, a force I didn’t foresee.

He faced them all, took each one down,
Michal included—no longer crowned.
DUDE, HIS VEINS, how did they pop?
With every slam, he couldn’t be stopped.

Not gonna lie, I felt the heat,
watching him, heart skipping a beat.
How’s he so strong? I couldn’t tell,
but suddenly, I wasn’t feeling so well.

Power and strength I couldn’t ignore,
the bully I thought I’d long abhor.
Maybe there's more than meets the eye—
with those veins, who could deny?