You can have your marijuana, you can drink your beer and rye,
Just give me a scenic Golf Course and a cloudless summer sky.
A man needs no other incentive except a true love for the game,
Add a ball, some golf clubs and a friend who feels the same.
It’s really a wonderful feeling when you set the ball on the tee,
You may be playing a four par but you hope to knock it in for three.
The next hole I hit a fantastic tee shot with this drive I hope to lower my score,
I see another golfer way down the fairway so I quickly yell “fore”.
He looks back and waves when he sees me and tells me to go ahead and play through,
I take dead aim and hit a real hot sizzler, would you believe it rolls into the cup for two.
So have your wine and spirits and other opiates too,
But give me my scenic Golf Course and in my mind I will shoot a seventy-two.
---Poem by Mitcho (Mitcho's Storey will be featured later)
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