Greg Costello

Rookie - 388 Points (05/04/1970 / Dublin, Rep. of Ireland)

The Hacker - Poem by Greg Costello

The hacker sets out in deep concentration,
But golf shots soon turn to excavation.
Staring glumly at cavernous divots,
No textbook technique, but reverse pivots-

They endure this torment for eighteen holes,
Feel guilty for all the evicted moles.
Into the clubhouse to glance at the card,
Which has been strangely, by high numbers marred.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, November 29, 2013


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