Before you move to Florida
You'll drive down a Pinellas county road
And find the shops bright and glinting in the sun.
You'll think that it might be nice to live here.
The traffic doesn’t bother you;
Just a line of eager cars with the same idea
To go where the sun shines warm.
But then you sign a lease,
Get a job,
Buy groceries,
And the line of cars is nothing but annoying tourists
Spewing exhaust fumes,
Thinking that life is a vacation.
Meanwhile, you’re running late to work,
Stuck on the causeway,
Missing the sunshine,
The beach,
And the suntan oil and Frisbee toss.
Now Florida
It’s the state where you pay taxes
Fill your days with 9 to 5
Then watch TV until bedtime
Like everyone else;
Like you did
Before you made your vacation spot your home.
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