They have all been put away
Some are here to stay
Others you will want to get out of their way
For most it will be difficult to enjoy a day
Rules they wish to implement
Need to avoid any instrument
You probably won't receive any compliment
Your debt will add up by the increment
Doesn't make any sense
Don't even attempt to feign any pretence
Your sentence will be served at least to some extent
Yet they are all innocent
About the Creator
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