The Cure for Agoraphobia

No, it ain't water and it ain't heights
that makes me freaky scared
not fraid of locust nor of blights
it's folks what you'd think cared.

They look like you, some like me
just regalar, everyday joes
till bloggin that is, then you see
I discovered all my real foes.

It's Facebook here and Myspace there
it's up and download galore
I'm thinking of shopping sans the wear
rushing naked outside my door.

Sophisticates know all of this stuff
minds simple have a hard time
ladies put shame to billy goats gruff
my anatomy stuffed with rhyme.

Cold gray day comes close to close
another rhyme I've writ
though to one as poet......I pose
brazzions say just quit!