I have a sophisticated name for my dreadful
Unease with people
After all these years of parties
Hiding in a corner with a book
Or sneaking out the back door
After years of being shy and strange
I learned I have a psychological problem
Called social anxiety
Which means I do not thrive in convivial groups
So to compensate
I will drink too much and fuck the host in the guest room
On top of all the coats
As an icebreaker.