camping in poetry

You want me to go camping
You want ME to go camping
YOU want me to go camping
You want me to go CAMPING
You WANT me to go camping

Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is watching movies on a laserdisc player.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is heating up Spaghettios on the stovetop instead of in the microwave.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is drinking coffee from pre-ground instead of whole bean.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is mailing crank letters to the editor instead of commenting on youtube videos.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is thinking about girls I had crushes on in my teens instead of looking them up on facebook.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is browsing the internet without AdBlock installed.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is eight-bit Nintendo without the use of a Game Genie.
Camping?
Look, my idea of roughing it is sleeping without a white noise generator.

You want me to go camping
apparently you have confused me with someone else
which is weird because I’m pretty physically distinctive
by all means call me when you get back
covered in blackfly bites and dealing with the runs
we’ll go to an airconditioned movie theatre and
watch Ghostbusters or something
I’ll spring for the Twizzlers

“Camping”
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