My butt’s asleep: a sleepless poem by Hup


My butt’s asleep, I don’t know why
My butt’s asleep, I may just cry

My butt’s asleep, I think I’ve been here too long
My butt’s asleep, I’ve listened to every song

My butt’s asleep, now my legs now hurt
My butt’s asleep, I feel older than dirt

My butt’s asleep, I’m not sure if I can move
My butt’s asleep, what am I trying to prove?

My butt’s asleep, 24 hour starbucks are awesome
My butt’s asleep, I’ve written 2 chapters and then some

My butt’s asleep, this seat is too hard
My butt’s asleep, I think I’ve maxed out my Starbucks card

My butt’s asleep, oh it’s starting to tingle
My butt’s asleep, just don’t want the pins and needles

My butt’s asleep, it’s almost getting light out
My butt’s asleep, what’s are these morning people all about?

My butt’s asleep, it may be time to go
My butt’s asleep, I’m moving too slow

My butt’s asleep, I really need to get up
My butt’s asleep, should get one more cup?

My butt’s asleep, ok here I go
My butt’s asleep, I hate this f’n snow

My butt’s asleep, ok now I’m up
My butt’s asleep, and hopefully soon so is Hup