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