You Keep Them Pounded Down Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pounded down!
You keep them just to heap them.
Yes you keep them pounded down...
No matter what I say or do.
You keep them pounded down.
To keep them for heat treatment.
Yes you keep them pounded down...
And you make sure more are found.

Every mistake,
I've ever made with you stays.
And just like a hound,
That's a scent you like around.

You keep them pounded down,
Like a hound wishing to keep them.
Yes you keep them pounded down...
All mistakes I've ever made.
You can't just let them fade.
No!
You keep them pounded down,
Like a hound wishing to keep them.
Yes you keep them pounded down...
All mistakes I've ever made.

Every mistake,
I've ever made with you stays.
And just like a hound,
That's a scent like around.

Pounded down!
You keep them just to heap them.
Yes you keep them pounded down...
No matter what I say or do.
You keep them pounded down.
Just to keep them stacked and heaped.
Oh yes you keep them pounded down...
And you make sure more are found.

You keep them pounded down.
Just to keep them stacked and heaped.
Or yes you keep them pounded down...
With a wish more are found.

Every mistake,
I've ever made with you stays.
And you keep them pounded down.
Just to keep them stacked and heaped.
Or yes you keep them pounded down...
With a wish more are found.