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If I am living in the end of days Or the end of America Let it come After all the things I've been through I'm not afraid I'll be on the golf course Even if they have shut it down Even if there are hurricane force winds And lightning I just don't care!! I'm alone again How I always was This is my game A game I will play forever The emptiness, The pain And there is always more Always more of this Whatever it is I am doing these days On and on Shot after shot Hole after hole The therapist she Left me And it would have Been nice If she told me She loved me But she didn't! And so I return to The golf course Despised by man Misunderstood Hated My akward shoulder and hip Forever alone When judgement comes There is nowhere to run Or hide When judgement comes To America I am sitting all day Alone again Month after month! America dies slowly I return to the mountains Like Gollum Hobbling around To eat a small fish Out of the stream Pretty women Didn't like me! And all I ever wanted Was to find a mistress A loving woman who Would listen to me cry And comfort me But of course Things you desire Don't usually ever come true A man that likes women But is never around them I am always tired It's this earth This existence That I find exhausting Eating And seeing and seeing The same thing My female friend is not coming And so I go to hit Golf ***** Return to the golf course Until Jesus the Savior returns
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
I Enjoy Golf
If I am living in the end of days Or the end of America Let it come After all the things I've been through I'm not afraid I'll be on the golf course Even if they have shut it down Even if there are hurricane force winds And lightning I just don't care!! I'm alone again How I always was This is my game A game I will play forever The emptiness, The pain And there is always more Always more of this Whatever it is I am doing these days On and on Shot after shot Hole after hole The therapist she Left me And it would have Been nice If she told me She loved me But she didn't! And so I return to The golf course Despised by man Misunderstood Hated My akward shoulder and hip Forever alone When judgement comes There is nowhere to run Or hide When judgement comes To America I am sitting all day Alone again Month after month! America dies slowly I return to the mountains Like Gollum Hobbling around To eat a small fish Out of the stream Pretty women Didn't like me! And all I ever wanted Was to find a mistress A loving woman who Would listen to me cry And comfort me But of course Things you desire Don't usually ever come true A man that likes women But is never around them I am always tired It's this earth This existence That I find exhausting Eating And seeing and seeing The same thing My female friend is not coming And so I go to hit Golf ***** Return to the golf course Until Jesus the Savior returns
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
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