understand camping.
whether it's for
one day,
or a week.
singing around
the campfire,
telling horror stories
about our ex-wives.
the can of beans, the bug
spray,
the bear repellant
and snake
away.
the flimsily tent
with a stuck zipper.
i haven't been in a sleeping
bag
since the 4th grade.
what about the wind,
the rain,
flash floods?
who knows what, or who
lurks in these
woods.
yes,
i like the stars
at night and
marshmallows burned brown
on a long
stick
i just found on the ground.
i like the cool fresh air,
but
why sleep
on the hard ground when
there's a 4 star Hilton,
with a queen size bed,
right
over there.
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