Push

[vagabond]

Hi, I'm Simon, the semi-pro sumo wrestler,
part-time sky dive instructor,
second-hand encyclopedia peddler,
and a helping friendly neighbor.
Anyways, I got an old-school lawnmower.
I like to wait til it's wet, so the mowin's slower.
When my filing cabinet's stuck with folders,
or I get to relocate boulders,

 I push, push, push.

I was headed in a north-east direction
and saw a stalled automobile in need of resurrection.
I said, hey! 'Hay?' Hey... interjection.
Can we get this car out of the intersection?
Anyways, I came across a big clearance at the mall,
crowd so thick I couldn't see through them at all.
Little kid lost, trying to call his ma,
but he won't get far with just charisma.

You gotta push, push, push.

It's the lady giving birth in the hospital,
haber-dasher in the corner threading a needle,
the guy collecting shopping carts in the parking aisle,
and the marathon runner on her final mile.
Anyways, trying to bass-ackwards row a canoe,
fit a watermelon into a shoe,
tippin all the rhinos at the zoo,
porcelain throne you know what to do...

Push, push, push

the first two lines make a hilarious image together , containing fat stains.
yeah, all this pushing around just for the sake of it, absurd. (what I like, relativistic as I am is that there are hints in the poem that sometimes it´s necessary to push).
ass backwards or so had me well interrupted and confused.