Smearing Done Condoned Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

People finding they can't keep up.
Or have voices that will not speak up.
Spending sad lives fast asleep,
To awaken in groans alone.

People stealing sneaky peeks,
From window sills in cushioned seats.
And can't believe these times they see...
Trouble coming near their homes.

They wont accept,
But must condone...
Although they wish to reject,
What's going on.
And block out,
What they choose to hear...
If it's not the smearing of people.

Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!

People stealing sneaky peeks,
From window sills in cushioned seats.
And can't believe these times they see...
Trouble coming near their homes.

But,
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!

They love it!

Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!

They wont accept,
But must condone...
Although they wish to reject,
What's going on.
And block out,
What they choose to hear...
If it's not the smearing of people.

They love it!
They love it!

Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!

Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!

They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
The smearing done of people!
The smearing done condoned.