Pumping Poem by Carlos Cardona

Pumping



The world is mean
The world is cruel
Don’t let me do what I want to
When I want too

My blood is pumping
My temper is rising
Our words are colliding

I want to know the truth
I don’t want to hear no more lies
Out of you
Your like a sink that just keeps running
Letting the water over flow
I think that’s low even for you

My blood is pumping
My temper is rising
And we just keep fighting

The seas are rising
The end is coming
But we still are fighting wars
To take each others lives
And you leave us with no hope
My blood is pumping
My temper is rising
Our words are colliding

Humanity is on a down hill slop
That leads no were and you cant help it you only make it worst
That’s a curse and up cant get up
Its to step and the rates are about to deplete
As the night lights up
And day light darkens
While we sit here while door bell is ringing and dinging

My blood is pumping
My temper is rising
And we just keep fighting

We only hurt our selves
And you hate your self
For trying to be someone else
That’s not like you just so people would talk to you
That’s pathetic and that’s coming and not from a critic
Who would be sick with it

My blood is pumping
My temper is rising
Our words are colliding

The shells are flying
And the mines are popping
And missiles are dropping
People going insane
Losing there brain
And that’s a shame

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