I went home a bit early today,
My friend asked if I was feeling okay.
I told her I didn’t feel like people,
Instead I felt like climbing a steeple.
With just the wind and maybe some rain,
Not all the people congesting my brain.
I went home and sat in my room.
Had some time to clean my brain with a broom.
Felt so peaceful without making small talk,
Board of my brain wiped clear of its chalk.
I brothe deep and did nothing more.
You might think it felt like a bore.
More a relief not having to speak,
Flapping my gums and clacking my beak.
Once in three days, at the very least,
To be alone or feel like a beast.