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In my hand I hold a
ball.... white and dimpled, rather small....
Oh , how bland it does appear....
this harmless looking little sphere....
By its size I could not
guess.... the awesome strength it does
possess....
But since I fell beneath it's
spell.... I've wandered through the fires of
hell....
My life has not been quite the
same.... Since I chose to play this stupid game....
It rules my mind for hours on
end... A fortune it has made me spend....
It has made me swear and yell and
cry.... I hate myself and want to
die....
It promises a thing called par....
If I
can hit straight and far....
To master such a tiny ball.... should
not be very hard at all ....
But my desires the ball
refuses.... and does exactly like it chooses....
It hooks and slices, dribbles and
dies.... and even disappears before my eyes....
Often it will take a
whim.... to hit a tree or take a swim....
With miles of grass on which to
land.... it finds a tiny patch of sand....
Then has me
offering up my soul.... if only it would find the hole....
It's made me whimper like a pup....and swear that I will give it up....
And
take a drink to ease my sorrow....
but the ball
knows.....
I'll be back tomorrow!!!!