Nov 5 · 1 min read

SOCIAL ANXIETY
A crowd gathering
Club clique
Party group
Probably the most
Contrived artificial
Regurgitation of
Life in the trees
We can come up with
Harkening back
To a simpler time
When we were
All together in
Small cogent
Family groups
Tribes communities
Gaggles pods
Eating free fruit
Nude
Our empty creation
Is now something
To be feared
The social thing
Not all are good at
We outsiders cringe
And don’t know why
Fear anticipate
It’s a thing
We have to do
After all we are
Social beings
We have to congregate
To feel like us
In our fake party halls
Living rooms
On terraces and lawns
Built for these
Absurd repetitions
Of acting and
Trivial communication
I mean really
Everyone knows
The weather stinks
OK now that I’m
Better than everybody
Time to get dressed
And go
