Suffering is your birthright:
the team’s still directionless and confused
short-term replacements with underpay
needs good starting pitching, a lot of it
two runners again left on base.
They say they’re building a core and
this isn’t just another rebuild
while the Cubs Chairman feels your pain
as washed-up prima donnas
tease with a near playoff appearance.
A good and decent person you must be
for there is no more tortured
sports fan in the world than you
nor one that is more delighted to be
called “lovable loser.”
With an eternal mantra “Wait until next year,”
and though the Cubs may stink again, you say
give away my ticket, hell no
never stop the Hope
just take me out to that Wrigley game!
© 2021, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
