You won't catch me in a crowded space
I don't do well with the human race
All their endless chatter
Over things that don't really matter
All those people in just one space
All of those people, face upon face
Makes my heart just pound and race

I'm not antisocial, I have my small circle
But stupid is way to fertile
And with each generation they seem to get dimmer
There seems to be no hope not even a glimmer

If you don't believe, just sit back and watch at the mall
There use to be a few now their numbers aren't small
I blame the government, and our schools
Just push them through forget the golden rules

So please don't put me on the spot
Where there are a lot of people I won't be caught
First is anxiety, fallowed quickly by panic
At times it is quite manic

Your best bet to find me is where it's quiet
That's the way I like it
Out in the woods, it improves my mood
Because animals only **** for food
Unlike like us human fools
We are in a sad state, the human gene pool