Sunshine (apologies to Hunter Thompson)
Florida is a risible and vapid theme park trench;
a depressing, swamp -pocked causeway along which
the mediocre and lizard-brained wander
blissfully, as Darwin's life work dies
quivering,
like a clumsily impaled Burmese python on the bed of a monster truck.
There is also a negative side.
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