Snowbirds
You come down here to escape the snow and in turn make our lives miserable
You are mean, nasty, impatient, unreasonable and really insufferable
You come down here on vacation but for all of us you destroy our peace
But you are the ones who truly own everything down here while we just rent or lease
You clog up traffic making me leave much earlier for work
The traffic at the spring training ballpark is getting on my last nerve
I can't make an appointment for my car because you take every appointment in site
Every experience with you people is miserable and the way you treat us isn't right
You cause traffic, congestion and stress in every single place that you go
When are you people finally going back home that's what I would like to know?
I can't even get overtime with you people being here, so you being here isn't worth it to me
I don't get rich off of you people, you just stress me out and destroy my peace
You complain about my place of work and treat everyone there like shit
Our local economy may need your money but as people, you are truly no gift
You beat us down on Thanksgiving and Christmas and once again in season
Your behavior towards us is uncalled for and you being insufferable is the only reason
We just had a hurricane and it will take yers to rebuild, not weeks or months
Your money may help the recovery effort but it's making our everyday existence tough
We just don't have the labor in our store to handle this influx of people
What you people expect from us is really impossible and unreasonable
Your presence here is awful and to quote my co-worker just the pits
What do I really get from you people being down here, you don't make me rich
You are just too much to handle and mentally and physically you beat us down
I don't know why you expect us to be happy with you when you act like a bunch of clowns
Snowbirds, you are everywhere that I don't want you to be
Snowbirds, you people never give me a moments peace
Snowbirds, you are everywhere and all over the place
Snowbirds, I just need you to get out of my face
Snowbirds, you are always working on my last nerve
Snowbirds, you are just more trouble than you are worth
Snowbirds, but this is one of two states, where you have a place that you own
Snowbirds, we appreaciate your business but we need you to go home
From Dying On The Inside
Copyright 2025 Resisting Distress Publishing
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