By the most generous of views
Just finding way to lose
Baserunning like the blind
Fielding of the worst kind
The Mets make me reach for booze
Ineptitude abounds
Direction confounds
"Hark, what do I hear?"
As I loom over a beer
Oh, just incompetence sounds
He pulled every grammatical lever
Of punctuation he always said "Never!"
To Cormac McCarthy, rest in peace
His legacy will never cease
America's best novelist ever
Consistency they lack
Step forward, step back
In the standings they fall
With sloppy ball
Will Buck end up getting the sack?
As quality we keep wreckin'
'Tis time to leave, I reckon
Pour me black gold
Watch the drama unfold
As the British Isles beckon
Last time ...
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