Month: March 2014

Social Anxiety

I’d rather my ears be filled
with an infinite deafening drone,
than have to be on the receiving end
of a ringing telephone.

I’d be ever so grateful to have
my face eaten off by a rabid dingo,
if it spared me from having to mutter
a single hello.

I may even appreciate
having my eyes gauged out,
if it meant I could stay
within the confines of my house.

In fact,
in any situation,
I’d prefer you slit my throat.
Or atleast let me be trampled on
by an oversized angry goat.