Deep in a stormy night,With the wind howling,Jay Cutler sendsA text messageTo himself,He waits,His phoneVibrates,And he isShockedAt what he reads.
Jay Cutler stares directly intoThe bright Noon SunTrying to outmuscle itUntil his retinas burn outAnd his life becomes a Sea Of DarknessIn which he laughingly swims.
In a crowded Chinese restaurant,Jay Cutler smashes a fortune cookieOn his foreheadHe reads the tiny paper,And gets up and pisses in the next tablesScorpion Bowl.
cant believe this thread isnt bumped yet. only gay people on this shitty forum
YEA, these are funny, but isn't poetry supposed to rhyme?
In a crowded Department StoreAt Christmas TimeJay Cutler In A Santa Clause SuitSits Young Tots On His LapAnd Whispers In Their EarsThat They Shall wind UpIn Prison