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.
2004