My butt is loyal, sincere, and it’s true
My butt sits patiently with not much to do.
My butt seems to have a mind of its own
My butt flattens while it rests here at home.
My butt will go left when I try to move right
My butt is like anchor weighing me down at night.
My butt tries to think and reason with pride
It keeps me afloat at rough seas and high tide.
My butt spends its time alone and in gyms
My butt sometimes writes in voice and in hymns.
My butt likes to care for anyone who calls out
It’s a wonder my butt doesn’t ache me with gout.
My butt will write for her super-model story
My butt will embarrass me and lift her to glory.
My butt will soon scribe truths of scary facts
It’s going to be hard to jot down those hacks.
My butt once knew every cop in this valley
My butt was on a list where badge men kept tally.
My butt was not illegal but pushed all the boundaries.
It’s my 3rd grade encounter by bike to the foundry.
My butt did not believe those old punks who said
Thick windows can’t break and my ego was fed.
My butt let stones fly, fast and hard from my arm
It was Sheriff Kramer who answered a neighbor’s alarm.
My butt punks told me it can never be done.
My butt pals took off running and me having fun.
The lawman asked me, “Son why did you do it?”
A dare from those big kids and I had to prove it!
My butt set the stage for future dares more grand
My butt thrived adrenalin chases by car or on land.
My butt doesn’t know why I’m alive to tell
A night in a hospital room where my parents saw hell.
My butt lost oil pints from an engine burning red
My butt sewed 190 seams ruled a foot to the head.
My butt flew a dare people said can’t be done
A sprint vault from a rooftop like superman, I’d won.
My butt cleared the patio, surely that’s good
My butt to a shallow pool and the shock it with-stood
My butt floating motionless and stunned and face down
My butt pulled out safely because Harold was around.
My butt broke 3 cervical not good I admit
My butt’s been docile 2 decades and fit.
My butt will tell stories of great parents who cried
Over a son who was wild and the dares that he tried.
My butt realized many events of bloody loss
My butt was a wild ass when Reagan was boss.
My butt is very calm today and civil and fair
It keeps me out of danger now with no despair.
My butt has no clue why it’s even alive
My butt has a purpose and so I survive.
My butt doesn’t know what course it will go
My butt only knows it has writings for show.
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