Zelk Comedy

Zac and Reef look back on the first week of the NBA season for the Lakers and Clippers, make their second week predictions amidst a live game, and introduce hopefully the first of many segments called "Rock, Lakers, Clippers".

“That Guy” by Zac Elk So many people want to be ‘That Guy’.
The cool guy. The collective guy. The wise guy. 
Well before he ever became the respectable guy, he had to be the inexperience guy. 
The learn from my and others mistakes guy.
The 'if I experience something, then it can change me’ guy.
People never realized how fragile at first, kind of guy. 
The kind that bombed time after time, guy.
The I’m gonna fall in love just to have my heartbreak, guy.
There comes a point where you realize every guy is some kind of guy. 
And we just refer to them as 'that guy’.
“Hey, you know that guy that got drunk and threw up all over the bar last week? Well he just parked.”
Or how about the crazy guy. The nerdy guy. Those guys. The abnormal guys.
Every man has that image inside their head of being an amazing guy. 
But meanwhile, nobody wants to help 'that guy’ until he becomes 'That Guy’.
Every man is labeled a certain guy, but it’s the finish line of the destination where people wait for 'That Guy’. 
If they only knew the journey of this guy. The troubles, the doubts, the anxieties. All of it that he had to hide in this shield he calls his chest. And swear that this world would never get the best, of him. But with all this pressure, like the secrets we keep in our dresser. With all these emotions, that’ll set poetry into motion. His rib cage breaks, for his feelings ache. 
They say in Muay Thai, a fighting high, you break your shin and it is not fin. It’s not the end, for when it heals, it’s stronger to defend.
So he fixes his shield, with no time to yield. He graps his dream, as if he’s ready to scheme. That his goal of becoming whole, from a lump of coal to serve a new role thanks to it’s inverted soul. 
That he no longer has to be 'That Guy’. That he can just enjoy being this guy

I want to escape this matrix. Only "kids" fall for the bag of trix. Everyday it's society that robs me But even Neo had a day job, see. I want to escape these "norms" To find my highest and final form. These dreams that they create Only seems like fishing bait. So sure, I'll play in the bliss for now. But never expect me to kneel or bow. For once time frees these chains, It'll then be my time to reign. - Zac Elk

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