Crotchets

My knee is going now, that little creak
I think I heard when hauling my ass up
those last few flights, but if you give in
and limp a little, the other knee thinks
oppression, decides a little retribution
is in order, an echoing squeak
and your ankle appreciates the tip
and wobbles a bit on that last step
and your elbow gives a very happy pop
as you put down your bag and your neck,
no, let’s not speak about your neck,
Ms N Tropy, you bitch.