I WILL EAT OF LIGHT

There are particles,
nasty stuck-up in your face particles,
they loiter in all parts
whirling round at goodness knows
what speed

there are protons
particularly persuasive protons
who sit you down
offer you a drink
anything you like
"ice"
"chilled glass?"
"salt or sugar round the rim?"

you get the picture

particles
maybe not be your idea
of a great night out
but at least
you know where you are with them
they move fast
but
not that fast

protons on the other hand
they're wily
crafty
sneaky
creatures,
whilst your sipping your
manhattan
they're probably going through
your pockets
reading your fucking mind

who needs that?
anything that quick is not to be trusted
plus they're complicated
confrontational
beasts
prone to self-sorrow
and melancholy
circumspection

steer clear of them I say
despite
their undoubted abilities
in the realm of
interpreting
existence

stick to the other particles
listen to bing