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Published January 07, 2014 More Info »
  My Best Friend A Poem by Dennis Rodman   As a basketball man, I have had lots of friends from Madonna to Stockton, the list never ends   Some of them were platonic (the ones with no tits) and with Carman Elektra, there were benefits   But I never thought I’d be so close to a man with a soft, chubby face and a swift leader’s hand   Who can make me feel special, and famous once more like my days of green hair and The Rodman World Tour   When I feel past my prime, I can still be a hunk as he squeals with delight, yelling “black man make dunk!”   For I know that my bestie would not steer me wrong with respect to his dad, he’s the illest Kim Jong   And though Kim’s a girl’s name, he is all man, you see  if I ever said different, he’d execute me   For my friend has a temper - hey, haven’t we all? - but he also likes movies, and loves basketball   So when they say that he’s evil, it makes me feel sad Sure, his people are starving, but that’s not his bad   Yes, he murdered his uncle and fed him to dogs But I’m sure he deserved it…sometimes we play Pogs!   And we all have our quirks, at the end of the day plus I’m getting paid money, so fuck Kenneth Bae  
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