Loser’s Letter, Loser’s Letter

Loser’s letter, loser’s letter

Can it get any better?

I’ve done this once now make it twice

Because my team really bites

Russell Wilson, where’d you go?

Did you forget how to throw?

Jordan Howard, your team did great

You did nothing but masturbate.

Marvin Jones, you son of a bitch

Have you used up all your tricks?

Thank you OJ Howard you ass

You hurt yourself and fell on grass

Just like Evan Engram did

For me last week, I was livid

What else should I bitch about?

Cooper Kupp, and my doubt

That he would not perform that way

With 28 points aka “HayDay!”

That’s 11 more than Sony got

Who makes me team look a little more hot

I could’ve posted 90 points

Instead I smoked 90 joints

To avoid being a total pooper

I could’ve started Amari Cooper

Over Marvin for 13 more

To 103, that lifts my score

In the woulda, shoulda, coulda game

I’m the best! You know my name

Instead I sit at 2-2

And contemplate what to do

Probably wrap this letter up

And hate myself for Cooper Kupp

At least the Packers D looks stout

My consolation for losing a bout

To Sean Gomez, my dear old friend

A nicely gifted win I send

One good thing about week 4

Was becoming very poor

Because my iPhone 6 had cracks

I write this on an XS Max

Which surely will improve my play

In week 5. Jake is gay.