Michael Jordan Basketball Poems | Examples
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89 this month, the Bulls’ owner has no clue
who to trade or what to do
The product out there now on the floor
worth less than a syphilitic whore
Gave away the team’s brightest stars
rest of the league’s passing out cigars
Made Old, Slow Joe Biden look sharp
He should have left with MJ* – at the top
Jerry Reinsdorf, if you don't call it quits
At you, Bulls’ fans are itching to spit
*Michael Jordan, who left the Bulls back in 1998
Mister Gilbert Arenas tweeted that 'no one will care'
if Nikola Jokic, two-time NBA MVP at 24, becomes the heir
to players like Michael Jordan, who played with some flair
'Jokic's not cool enough,' says this Mr. Gilbert Arenas
Well then, Mr. NO MVP OR TITLE EVER WON ~
You can just go and stroke your pen...(al thing) for us
They're great scorers, undeniably true
So many thrilled to their game-winning shots
Made millions off the game, and Nike shoes
Projected diplomatic personas ---
they were anything but
Michael Jordan, 6 Rings, Greatest of All Time
A trash-talker, who spewed venom and slime
Kobe Bryant, 'the assassin,' apologized for sexual assault
Confessed what he'd done, yet admitted 'no fault'
Both were driven to greatness, couldn't stand to lose
A path fraught with danger, whenever abused
Jordan turned to gambling; Kobe suffered no fools
With their fame and their fortunes, they could play fast with the rules
Charles Barkley, Jordan's rival, observed, "Heroes, we ain't!"
~ Consider it well, before anointing Kobe Bryant a saint
There once played a Chicago Bull
To spellbound fans, a stadium full
His name was Michael Jordan
He jumped above the rim so high
It seemed his head might touch the sky
His dunks were legend
He made his team into world champs
Impressed on it his signature stamp
A fist-pump in the air
Yet more than all the points he scored
More than all the memories stored
Jordan really cared
He posed for photos with his fans
He'd set aside his private plans
He stayed humble
He'd just show up, a huge surprise
The kids would gape, wide-open eyes
Their tongues a-jumble
He'd play with them, and praise their moves
Then thunder-dunk, as if to prove
He's number one...
The years have passed, yet we recall
His majesty when he played ball --
And all the fun
Michael Jordan, number twenty-three
Greatest of all time, that ever be?
He and his Bulls were sure 'a-rambling'
Till he ran afoul of his penchant for gambling