They romp on Florida beaches,
Tee-up North and down South;
Pack jock-straps in their Peach State bags,
And roll strikes in ten pin alleys.
They're raging at the crosswalks,
Flail arms at intersections,
Like scarecrows on the Yellow Brick Road;
They foment insurrection.
The thick won't mitigate.
The thicker will congregate.
The thickest will dissipate.
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