Women At Augusta National & The Masters Poem by Luke Easter

This is the Super Bowl of golf, yes; "The Masters" is taking place,
And this week a million women will have a rearranging of their face,
Husbands, boyfriends, johns, black eyes, broken nose, busted lips,
Main concern at Augusta National, will a female get a membership?

Priorities are pushed aside or were they ever there in the first place?
Focus on golf as women by untold millions are abused is a disgrace,
Rory, Hunter, the top players in the world, the likes of Tiger & Phil,
Drugged & knocked up in a back ally, there's the morning after pill.

Most women still do not get equal pay along with plenty of disrespect,
Rule of thumb for sponsorship to IBM because they write the check,
Whomever the CEO, a membership at this prestigious golfing venue,
Yet the current boss is Ms. Virginia M. Rometty so, something new?

Announcements about everything from sand traps to the wet greens,
And still no word from this exclusive private club what does it mean?
After all, the men who belong were they not brought about via birth?
Come on ladies, if these guys don't want you, what is it really worth?

Don't many clubs and organizations have women only members too?
Look back in history and all the mistreatment gals had to go through?
Why should 2012 be any different or any other year for that matter?
Are there not many more important issues than golf for idle chatter?

Well, if IBM pulls out it's like drug dealers, another is ready to step in,
Okay, try not to get in a huff all because of selfish, childish grown men,
Being raised by mothers who obviously didn't teach them sisterly love,
Neither can women don a MLB uniform, swing a bat & wear a glove.

Never stopped Hillary, Michele, Sarah, Gabby, there are many more,
No woman alive can effectively bust down every discriminatory door,
Haven't women played on the guy's tour but men never on the LPGA?
Simply the old adage, "boys will be boys" there's nothing more to say.