See there are billions of people,
With even more billions of reasons,
For wanting to stay alive,
To love their kin,
But every person is just a pump,
Probably more because it’s not always the first time,
Hundred of billions of pumps,
Spinning through space,
Trying to rule the moving world,
The changing tides,
And horizon sun,
Continuing to pump,
Love pumps and drunken ones
bonding pumps,
penis pumps,
And economical pumps,
gas pumps smell of petro,
Guilty pumps and holy pumps,
breast pumps,
fist pumps,
dumbell pumps,
Between bathroom pumps,
How many pumps will there be?
Before the pumping is done-