I do not want to go tonight

I do not have a tale to tell

The people of this city know

My stories all so very well


I do not want to stand behind

A microphone inside a pub

And pour my heart to strangers’ ears

While people drink and shovel grub


I do not want to hear my voice

So loud, so tight, so dry, so thin

Reciting words that mean so much

And take so much from me within


I do not want to join a clique

Or to be judged on what I’ve said

I simply want to free these words

Then hurry home and go to bed.