I move in slow spurts
Gravity hurts
Ribs fractured,again
More ribs busted this time
I don't understand why
I was taken for a boonie crasher ride
When I asked for a sober driver to take me home
The fault- Is it my own?
I thought finding a sober driver after 3 beers was a good choice
But the consequences severe!
Fractured ribs slow me down
Now I need people to drive my *** to town
Gravity hurts- so I move in small spurts
With a smile, sometimes a wince
but never a frown