Shuddup And Push Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Behind the cart they'd rather be.
With a pushing it as they have been told.
Since the doing of it is historically fixed.
Just like the arguments,
They are quick to have amongst themselves.

And yet no one has ever bothered to question,
Why is it uphill they push the cart?
Or to where it is being pushed.
And when and 'if' they should arrive,
To 'who' or 'whom' will receive it?
And 'after' that has been done,
Where will the pushers go?

'May I ask a stupid question? '

~Remember this...
No question that is asked is a stupid one.~

'What is in the cart? '

~Shuddup and push.
You should have asked that question,
Long before arguing amongst yourselves...
Became your main priority.~