Too afraid to get after it
Like a stalker who bottled after putting on his wax jacket
Citing inclement forecasts, and generally feeling knackered
Had to scoff at your talk of chalk lines and full throttle
I’m the Orphan of Kos
Got bodies like the Sex Pistols song
Par for this course
A serious par results in harsh force
Got a fiend on board who passed the bar this morning
Bard can pass a bar without getting plastered then barred.
Alchemisland 
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