My Butt Is Sore!
I get a phone call
South I must drive
Surgery for an elder
Six hours I strive
Phone is ringing again
I'm heading North within a flash
Sister is in trouble
Eleven hours on my a--
Trying to get home
Phone rings again
Orchard needs watering
Six hours East I begin
My son needs to move
Head South one more time
Eight hours of desert
Elders on my mind
I hear a familiar ring
Five hours North-West before I'm too late
My elders heart may reach
God's fate
Daughter calls
Her truck broke down
Six hours East
I'm on a Merry-Go-Round
I'm beginning to wonder
If my job is still there
My a-- is sore
But my family is my primary care
Here it is again
A familiar ringtone
You'll fall off your chair
If my Chevron card you owned!
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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