The Arrogance of Golfers

The Arrogance of Golfers

You stand there, squeaking on the green, in new shoes.
Canary Yellow, Flamingo Pink, not just blue but bastard BLUE jumpers.
Your glove caressing your backside in the way your wife doesn't.
Sneering middle management in a Valleys golf club!
You really do think that you're something,
the way you swipe that ball off the ground
with your hand.
I'm sorry if I coughed.
Did I put you off?
How are you getting on?
What's it say on your scorecard?
You've done well since we started off in the Steelworks together.
Sorry if my dog got your ball and that!
Well it is right of way for walkers.
You expect me to stop for you as you tee off?
You can fuck right off Delme...to Malaga and back!
Four!!!