On Foot

My ass is ready for some sun 
My side is over itself 
And my feet are ready to go 
Communing back upright 
As far as the evolution myth goes 
At least as far as progress goes 
It might be one at a time 
But it's not going anywhere 
Not that I'm stationary 
Though I like pens to be in different colors 
So perhaps there's pigment velocity 
Or at least changes in position 
Because I can only sit down for a brief period 
And horizontal is a bit easier 
But limited anyway 
Eventually there's a crash 
But air bags don't help 
I'll be walking 
And thinking 
Whenever those bags would have deployed 
But I'll be in the park 
Rather than the street