my new project entails taking lots of my art and giving each one a snappy little lyric or limerick (like a childrens book), i dunno.......props
you cannot run from agorophobia
for when suffered it surrounds
you like a lake, a sea, an ocean
and in it's depth you pound
and toss and turn and scream
and bounce and finally you lay
huddled in it's grip
on an otherwise sunny day.
i think i spelled agorophobia wrong: bite it.
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