Z, Z, where art thou Z?
Not in free agency, don’t you flee.
You hold the Bengals, black and bold,
With Joe Burrow’s arm worth solid gold.

Think of Ja’Marr streaking down the line,
Cooking corners, toe-taps in prime time.
Why would you ever dream to quit,
When the league would roast you bit by bit?

Burrow’s contract is locked in tight,
He’s the guy to lead your fight.
Other coaches dream of what you’ve got,
And you’re here thinking of leaving the spot?

Imagine explaining to the rest of the chat,
“Yeah, I gave up Burrow” — who does that?
We’d laugh so hard, we’d meme for days,
Your Madden rep would go up in flames.

The Ravens? Tough. The Browns? A mess.
Steelers? Well… they’ll still stress.
But you’ve got weapons, you’ve got the crew,
Cincy’s fate depends on you.

So stay in your lane, embrace the pain,
Take your Burrow and Chase the gain.
For if you leave, one thing’s true:
The clown emoji will belong to you.

Stay locked in, throw bombs, make noise,
Burrow’s window is not for toys.
This is your team, it’s meant to be,
So pick up the sticks and set Burrow free.

Z, Z, where art thou Z?
Not quitting now, you’re stuck with me.
The league is watching, the chat’s alive,
Now keep the Bengals dream alive.

– (Shakespearean) DK