Kobe Kobe, don’t think you owe me

You probably don’t know me, nor do you know of the funky Niche Cachey

But really, temper yourself, control and attack with stealth

You don’t have the talent beside you to compare to your wealth

But I live in a fantasy land, which may be bad for my health

Who’s he? Kobe, dropping 80, possibly every evening

Could he? Maybe, or am I dreaming

Or is it an evil nightmare, ah wake up to that empty feeling

It wasn’t real, Kobe can’t carry Lin and Hill to a ring

But he can try, which he’ll do

That stats don’t lie, 40 odd shots, he don’t give a fuck, that’s what he’ll do

There’s an empty car park for the league’s best, he’ll try fill that void

Is he on roids? He’s mid 30’s/40 or is he 50? Still a beast like the androids

On Dragonball Z

Kobe Kobe, please do the unthinkable and lead the boys to glory

Hampster the barefoot poet #hori