The Pleasure of Your Company

The Pleasure of Your Company

In all the fields of gratitude

Certain flowers blossom

White other wilt and turn to dust

Gratitude has many colors

Many shades peek around

Trying to hide the reality of feeling

Such is the phrase in the title above

There are companies that are not pleasureable

Cigarette companies want you to believe

Their products are pleasure

Just temporary relief from anxious feelings

Brought about the absence

Of the addictive element in their product

In fact everything you consume in this world

Is addictive

You liked breathing so you took a breath again

What could be harmful about radio

Exactly and I mean exactly

How many radio signals

Are going through your body

At this very moment

Radio signals on earth

Phones and nearby radio and tv antennas

Radio signals from outer space

Plus bits of this and that going through

Your body

Right now

Good heavens might not be good

All these are uninvited

All this company knocking on my door

Jumping through me without invitation

What are you causing

You’re not company

I didn’t invite you

I get no pleasure from hard and hot

Rock and roll music like I used to be

Uninvited

satellite signals telling me where I am

I know where I am

Contrived and named locations

Entities that have created and named borders

On a named planet led by egotistic idiots

Who squabble in their finest puffery

This is no place with a finite life

Destined to end by our hand

The hand of others

Or our own sun

Or some giant rock

Spinning towards us indifferently

It's not personal 

It's the business of a rude impersonal

Universe with distances too far

For us to cross

If we ever get there

Don't expect a warm welcome

We'll bring disease and nasty habits

Like what

In japan don't blow your nose

On the street

On Rigel 7

Don't wear clothes

Or scratch your nuts

Who knows what will offend someone

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I like being alone now

Somewhere on a distant world

They crowd and smell you

Like dogs smell each other's butts

The pleasure of your company

Could be offensive

Even in the most carefully

Created moment

You're reading this

I am insulted

Barry G. Wick

Part of over 600 poems online

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