No Thanks, I'd Rather Hide

Under a blanket, under a tree
Under a rock beside a stream
Under a bed, with a skirt
Under the neck of my t-shirt

In a cave, with a narrow mouth
Under the sand with a straw sticking out
In a bottle, with a cork
Covered in straw with a pitchfork

Behind a computer, behind a desk
Under the desk beneath the foot rest
Wrapped in toilet paper, in the shower
Playing video games past the hour

In the coffee pot, with dark roasted blend
Somehow between the paper and the pen
Between two cups, stacked in each other
Under the feathered ass of a finch's mother

In a shell, in a shelter
In an asylum with white-washed helpers
Under a log, in a fire
Warm and cozy in the highest spire

No thanks, I'd rather hide
Than get up and go outside