Yeah, they're back"
The gangs were back in my area
Wearing their matching colors
With various decorations
Surely to mark all the terrible things they had done
They gathered on every corner it seemed
Even setting up outside of Wal Mart
Without raising an eyebrow
With everyone so seemingly inured to their activity
They want me to buy
But I resist
For I know that even one taste is doom
Little samples
In little cups
Handed out by little hands
Definitely getting into my personal space
And I tear myself away franticly
"Get away from me!"
I snarl
And all the little Girl Scouts recoil from me
As if I were the mad one
Though they soon forget about me
And go back to selling their cooies
In their matching green outifits
With all of those little patches
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