The 2016 Phillies will be an acquired taste that may take a lot of bitter herbs.
[Ed. Note: We begin National Poetry Month by knowing how the Phillies will verse everyone else.]
your co-pilot, in the elevator of the Hampton Inn, will see your workout gear, and say:
"Phillies fan, huh? Tough year!"
to which you will respond:
"Yeah, they're kind of young," and chuckle, all the while wanting to strangle him with bowties made of your middle fingers
and string him up, as a cautionary tale
over the curbcuts of Alpharetta, or Falls Church, or some damn Edge City
built for these caffeinated water-skimmers.