Anxiety, I Don't Like Heights
I don't like heights, I get the frights
When I stand upon a ramp.
And they call me chicken
When I get giddy licking
A standard airmail stamp.
There's no variety to my anxiety
I can't wear high heeled boots
And I hope your intention
Is never to mention
Those dizzy fairground chutes.
Don't show me a ladder, I've got a weak bladder.
Hot air balloons aren't cool.
Let me thank the Lord
Who must have been bored
When he made me 4 foot small.
Copyright © Ray Gridley | Year Posted 2017
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