Watching from the Bottom: A (meanish) Poem

This is a poem dedicated to the people swarming the parking lots of our national parks, it is about those that think Yosemite or yellowstone a mere "other Disneyland". 

I've strived all the day to reach this towering height

I'm giddy, even gay to ever feel such might

You merely drove here to say "oooh, what a sight"

You've earned nothing, nay your ease is your plight

I've earned the joy to play and to frolic with delight

To no surprise your clothes all too tight

Your focus; another tray and another bite

You have no way to see the light

Your fear bids you stay, my joy lifts like a kite

You chose laziness today, I'll climb another tonight