Playin' through...
down at the Beach today...
Hey...
we're on a schedule...
gotta git r done...
Yer City Boys...
said they needed...
more Beach...
to pack in more bodies...
to spend more money...
and pay more fines...
and more taxes...
they want a bigger pile of bucks...
to run their fingers through...
Oh yeah...
and protect those Hotels...
and High Dollar Houses...
property taxes go in the pile, too...
The Money's flowin'...
like the muddy, smelly goo...
it would be a horrible...
horrible...
hardship...
to shut down for a few days...
for an unproductive Holiday...
we gotta do this NOW...
Those silly saps...
who drove hours...
with cars full of kids...
for their annual respite...
can just go a little further...
and find a new Beach...
to pack onto...
Go on...
a few blocks up...
the nasty...
slimy...
runoff water...
won't look...
or smell...
so bad...
We gotta keep...
the Money flowin'...
so the whole thing...
doesn't collapse around our ears...
We need the Bucks...
to fly off...
to a Pristine Beach...
on a private Island...
And here it is...
that nice, new Sand...
to lounge on...
free for now...
from cigarette butts...
and dog poop...
and just waiting...
for the September Storms...
to wash it back...
out to Sea...
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