I’d like to hide

I’d like to hide myself from human sight
In a  big oak wardrobe with a light
For as my skin is thinner than I like
Every word affects me like  a knife
I’ll come out in the evening for a bite
And look for poets whose words I wish to cite.

In our culture, individual rights
Have been used  so much in manners maladroit
I’d rather fish with Hughes and hope for  pike
Than socialise  as I’m too erudite
And thus I put humanity to flight
I’d like to hide.

Arguing    whether  Brexit was alright
Such matters do not fill me with delight
I hate to argue with a  demagogue  and break
Her temper which she’d hid for kindness’ sake
In my wardrobe I will go on strike
And starve myself  to make room for a bloke.
I’d like to hide