Yo, OP. Here's another of my masterpieces. You'll LOVE it! You'll love it so much, in fact, that it's guaranteed to send you into a bitch fit.
Ode to Lebron James
He came to the league with great expectations,
They dubbed him The Chosen One.
He gave himself the name King James,
His haters called him LeBum.
Athleticism carried him to great heights,
But he couldn't win a chip,
So he told the Cavs, "See you later!"
And turned around and jumped ship.
He switched his number to twenty-three;
Like Mike he wanted to be.
But Mike's shoes were too big - he couldn't fill them,
As it was plain to see.
His fanboys would say, "Just watch him play,
He gets rebounds, assists, and such."
Good stats he got, but they mattered not
'Cause he couldn't come through in the clutch.
The problem was, he couldn't win a title,
'Til he found a brilliant solution.
He'd get his ring one way or another,
By tampering and collusion.
He won three finals and lost six more,
His fans forgave his losing.
"It's his teammate's fault," they always would say,
As they clung to the stats of their choosing.
Twenty twenty came - the year of the bubble,
He brought the Heat to their knees.
But he couldn't repeat, because Anthony Davis
Got injured by a stiff breeze.
Bronie became desperate; he needed more rings.
So his War Room came up with a plan.
If anybody can save the Lakers
Surely Russ Westbrick can.
"A storm is a-comin'," Lebron proclaimed,
But he said it a little too soon.
When the post-season arrived, where was Bronie?
Kicked back on a beach in Cancun.
Now he's got four rings and three asterisks
But he never was quite the best,
He got smashed by Durant, crushed by Kawhi,
And sonned by Delonte West.