This poem happened after listening to (maybe one too many times) Eminem’s greatest hits collection, Curtain Call:
ODE TO JEREMY LIN
Out of the sky like lightning flashed Jeremy Lin
From sleeping on his brother’s couch and from warming the bench is where he had been.
Pulling out the New York Knicks from their absymal slump–
Wait a minute! Everyone knows Asians can’t jump!
An Asian from Harvard outplaying all the play-ers?
Accounts for all the ignoramus gaffes, racist puns and blatant slurs.
There’s never been an Asian American in the NBA Hall of Fame.
It’s like Mickey Rooney’s Mr. Moto–it’s totally insane!
Linsane? I could’ve used it, but it’s been overused a bit, so let it rip* because it’s been downright abused.
It might even be copyrighted, and I don’t want to get sued.
But it’s a shame–it’s completely lame what they did to his game.
Coach, put him back in and let him handle the ball, so we can all see his face and name grace the cover of S.I. once again.
*rip as in r.i.p. (rest in peace)
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