I am definately not yellow, nor a donkey, but often an ass.

According to a recently discovered list of phobias

I am Agateophobic



Homophobic, but not as you initially think:



I'm not really afraid,

terriffied at times,

but mainly discomforted.


And I keep meeting people who care

They sugest help.

For drinking, for weighing up life

against death.

For everything above.

I tell them, NO!

Sometimes I think they're right.


I might just have a thing for this.

Discomfort could well be

a catalyst.

Or maybe I'm scared of trying something new




The End

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