i can't breathe

don't make me

go,

i plead on my hands and knees.

i don't know

any of these people,

and you know how i hate

being trapped

in a room

doing small talk

with strangers.

before i even get there

i'm ready to leave.

i'm sure they're wonderful

people.

all them lovely.

smart and educated, 

good citizens,

kings and queens,

but please, please,

where's my rescue inhaler,

i can hardly breathe.