by James Finn Garner
Fish for sale! Yo, fish for sale!
Marlins produce never goes stale!
A new rebuild set in motion,
A sinking team near the rising ocean.
In the glaring Miami sun
Any squad will come undone.
Don’t fall in love with Luis Arráez.
He’ll disappear before your eyes.
Burger, Bell, and Tanner Scott
Could be gone when summer’s hot,
And things won’t get calm later:
Come fall, bye-bye, Skip Schumaker
Root for the Marlins? Don’t forget:
A time-share is all you’ll ever get.
