Feeling Unsocial

Strolling down the busy street,
I thought it would be so fun,
All those
People mingling back and forth,
Shying from the midday sun.


The street stalls displayed their wares,
Many varied kinds there were,
But then
After twenty minutes there,
I was ready for a beer.


It somehow wasn't that fun,
Voices jabbering all round,
And so
I rather sometimes prefer,
A corner without a sound.