Weapons Singularly Ill-Designed For Their Purpose

I am no damned good at golf
You are just the watcher
Me, incapable of swinging a club
You are the only thing that can decide
You are a spent power
You are just a cell dividing toward a better beginning
You are the chiseled, sober night
You are just a disparate figure on skeptical ground
You are a widening weary whirl washing windows while you weep
And I promise you so hard,
So true, so real so you never forget:
I am no damned good at golf

Weapons Singularly Ill-Designed For Their Purpose