Pain is Strange

pain is strange its range you can walk it inhibits how fast more than that it hurts now I get it no one knows but the soul who lumbers along I look and see all the other bumblebees and my buzz resounds in my own head it’s not that no one cares it’s more that so many are limping you only notice when you have the same ailment oh boy, age is deranged arrange yourself in the lineup point point point what’s the point “OUCH!”