Belligerent Poetry

what is it about tourists?

they are fat they're slow,
they're old i don't know.
they just eat they can't speak,
they litter they complain,
life was nice till they came.
they go looking for adventure
then just moan about their dentures.
so you ask "is it fun?"
i should know, i am one.
and i know they are loud,
they're afraid of being cowed
by the new locales they have found.

yet if it's good news that you seek,
they're here just one week!

-5.27.03