Golfing Domination

April 19, 2011
When the snow melts,
Grass starts to show.
I tee my ball up,
and give it a massive blow.

As I approach my next shot,
my mind gets filled with glee.
For I know it will be better,
that that of Morrissey.

All people can do is watch,
me crush balls to the sun.
Because in the end,
I’m always number one.

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