God is a Golfball
Revered of your ancient being,
I smack you in the face.
Full swing of a 5 iron,
Stinging the crap out of you!
Though times have changed,
And your rules been adapted too.
Your brightness, and sacred being,
Still hold the masses in awe.
Getting you round under par,
Fuels the passion and the desire.
To get you reduced at the pin,
Into a neat little manageable hole.
But what of your view,
When we would knock you about?
As if we were your masters,
And a hole in ‘one’ we seek.
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