You are the cruelest mistress.
I hate you.
You smash my good intentions.You destroy my goals. You belittle my self-image. You steal my wallet for your pleasure.
Your little white dimpled orb mocks me. I tee it up and it smiles, knowing it's imminent escape is one banana slice into the woods, one bad follow-through away.
You force me to be disciplined or be psychologically damaged. You expect me to keep my back straight 100 times in the heat of the afternoon?
My club brand is Marquis de Sade, 14 sticks of hell.
And you pimp your drug, giving one great shot for free, that 250yd drive down the middle of the fairway, that 210yd 5 wood to the green, that 25 foot put for birdie, knowing I'll be hooked for three weeks to regain that high, knowing it will be 6 months before you permit a repeat...
OK. You win. I'm hooked. I will feed the addiction.
For I am too weak to resist the stroll through the finely greened meadows looking for that next Perfect Shot High...
I hate you.
You smash my good intentions.You destroy my goals. You belittle my self-image. You steal my wallet for your pleasure.
Your little white dimpled orb mocks me. I tee it up and it smiles, knowing it's imminent escape is one banana slice into the woods, one bad follow-through away.
You force me to be disciplined or be psychologically damaged. You expect me to keep my back straight 100 times in the heat of the afternoon?
My club brand is Marquis de Sade, 14 sticks of hell.
And you pimp your drug, giving one great shot for free, that 250yd drive down the middle of the fairway, that 210yd 5 wood to the green, that 25 foot put for birdie, knowing I'll be hooked for three weeks to regain that high, knowing it will be 6 months before you permit a repeat...
OK. You win. I'm hooked. I will feed the addiction.
For I am too weak to resist the stroll through the finely greened meadows looking for that next Perfect Shot High...