Something I've always been terrible at

Is Socializing.

The word itself I find aversive

In all its graceful formality.

And I can almost picture

The organized crowd,

Sipping on their precious gossip

But of course, with Class.

Or the more unruly bunch

Of youngsters floating around

On a drug-induced cloud

So loud, so full

Of brotherly love and togetherness.

But I've always found it

Easier on my own.

Where speech and love

Are only in my head,

Collected,

But free

To do as they please.