Friday, March 4, 2016

Match Play



I swing my club well
Not only to win
Also to erase humility

Erase what laughter they stick to me
I will stick the golf ball into
The hole

To make a hole in his heart
With a win
And let him whine again

Against himself and his pride
And hide for a while
While I lick my putter

After the last putt 

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