no pulp, please

you are not
a fan
of camping in
the woods.
a fire,
a tent, a
can of pork
and beans
with which to
soothe your
appetite.
then there's
the mosquitoes,
the wild boar,
and bear.
the cold stream
to bathe in.
no. give me
the Marriott
or Hilton,
with room
service and those
mints on
the pillow.
set the ac high
and climb in
between those
freshly washed
and ironed
600 count sheets.
tell the desk
you want a wake
up call
at nine a.m.
and bring up
some eggs and bacon.
coffee and a Danish.
a glass of cold
juice, no pulp,
please.