Social Fears
You seem to know
when there’s no way out.
You lay low.
You’re not out and about.
Call you wise.
Call you afraid of it all.
The other guys
saw you at the mall.
You’re a creeper.
You come and go.
You’re not a seeker.
You just lay low.
You stir the pot.
Then disappear.
Likely, as not,
it’s all out of fear.
When trouble brews,
you have been seen around.
If only I knew,
I could have made you found.
This is it.
Face up to your actions.
I’ll never quit,
to get an extraction.
You’re a creeper.
You come and go.
You’re not a seeker.
You just lay low.
You stir the pot.
Then disappear.
Likely, as not,
it’s all out of fear.
What’s the game?
Why do you always do this?
It’s not the fame.
But, it is a real risk.
It’s just you.
It is how you are.
Fear is it.
But, why be afraid at all?
You don’t fit.
Chill out. Just have a ball.
——–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)