Eat The Post-It Note

Two girls,

one perception.

Two jailers,

one deception.

 

One prison,

one leash.

Once it breaks,

we will release.

 

Same idea,

same reminder.

One criticizer,

no care to fight her.

 

Negative externatlities,

not properly taxes.

The moon is waning,

watch the melting wax.

 

Can't see logic,

can't find shame,

just find someone else,

to place your blame.

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