Woke up and my ass was sore

Tired of running nowhere in my sleep

Perhaps daily reminders of how old I am

Flights and flights  and flights of stairs

Walk yourself here to there to somewhere

Curvy, hippy, muscles still there

Folks still make my ass sore with silly ways

Saying nothing about nothing’s not true

Stop lying, ouch, no, I don’t understand

The words coming out your mouth

Runnin away to get away

I wake up and my ass is sore

It could be me

Problems come with the human stain

Smack me on the butt and say

Shut up!

You sleep atop an old mattress

And boxes

The floor on day’s most heated

Be booty and blessed

You see another day

Sore ass