I’m glad I have my virtual friends.
The company of my colleagues tends
to become monotonous in extreme.
I go for a walk so I can scream
and no-one hears me, and that’s a bonus.
I can do without the self-hypnosis,
and concentrate on hydroponics,
my text book on rocket physics
and recipes for cultured meat –
in vitro steak which we can eat
after making bricks with a 3D printer.
My friends tell me they spent the winter
playing blues in down-town Memphis.
I boast I climbed Mons Olympus.
I’m jealous of the pets they keep –
we only have a pair of sheep.
We use their wool to mend our clothes.
Sometimes I regret I chose
to book a passage on Branson’s ship.
I didn’t know it was a one-way trip.
By Colin Waterman
