Golf is as savory

as a besotted priest

who makes lewd comments

to a middle-aged woman

then ignores that he has said them

so convincingly

that his hands are steady

as he proclaims

"Body of Christ"

and lays a wafer

on her quivering tongue

Why is golf unsavory?

It is brutish

and has no conscious

yet it pretends

to be refined.


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