Two-Way Street Poem by Smoky Hoss

Every one, it seems, is trying to sell me something
stuff I really cannot use,
why is it every body thinks
I'm available for them to trample and abuse -
Junk mail, internet
and calls on the phone,
whether early, mid or late
no one wants to leave me alone -
Always they try to get me
to buy, buy, buy,
anything at all
from the earth up to the sky -
All a bunch of junk
I will never need;
I keep telling them: 'No thanks! '
but they pay me no heed -
Perhaps if I in turn
required something from them?
I'll consider your wares, after
we've become true friends -
So, stop by for a visit,
bring me something good to eat,
rub my back
and wash my feet -
Weed the garden
mow my yard,
wash the windows
and wax my car -
Do these, and even
a little bit more,
then maybe, just maybe,
I'll open up my door -
Come out
of my shell,
and see
what you've got to sell -
You see, every one wants, wants, wants
so much from working folks like me,
and gladly I'll give...
right after, from them, I receive -
It's a two-way street
my friend;
you reap what you sow
in the end -