Phobic

Couped up, trapped inside these walls. 

 

I sit here in the dark, I see something crawl!

 

When I turn on the tele I am utterly appalled. 

 

Can't go near the window, feel I'm gonna fall. 

 

I go out into the street, when all is quite, no one to meet,

 

Just when I think I might be in luck, 

 

I feel uneasy at the sight of a duck. 

 

Lucky for others, as I can't take a shower,

 

So I sit here alone and count the hours,

 

And worry that maybe when I am gone, 

 

Someone might forget, and send some flowers.

 

Psychologists and pills, 

 

Still no life, 

 

God help me!

 

I am in strife.