Being down, is a good reason to get up and fly around. Anyone that can't get up, might find their whole life corrupt.

Opps,

got to make it over the humps,
before they drag me to the dumps.
Can't afford the bumps,
don't want to write a check for the slumps.
But the check is wrote,
so down the hill I float.

Falling, falling, falling,
I can hear the ups calling.
I'm a man that never stays down,
you'll catch me acting like a clown.
During a lot of joking and teasing,
I find playing around pleasing.

Hey,

that check will bounce like a ball,
before it reaches the bank,
there's no funds there at all.
I figure it's legal,
to fly like the eagle.
Eagles will fly,
not even caring why.
Maybe among all things,
it's their mighty wings.
They're constantly hunting food,
the same way I chase a happy mood.

Actually I should be a vulture,
since staying up is a part of my culture.
A dirty low down bird of prey,
don't give a crap about the decay.
Or much about what others have to say.
If it's down in the dumps,
it's got to be eaten anyway.
Right now I'm swooping down,
knowing I'll be back up flying around.

OnepoetGem