Poetry

Golf

The reason I hate golf
Is not merely the boredom
Or the requirement of status
And wealth;
The confidence to dress like a twat,
To impress twats.
No,
It’s the fact that golfers
Are so inept,
With regards to their own sport,
They cannot face playing it
In nature,
So instead they destroy nature,
Create a fabrication
And play on that.
Grow up,
Wear what you like,
Make your own clubs
Play in a field.

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