Rules

first yer daddy 
then yer mom
play the credits
til they’re done

eat yer veggies
go to school
slow n steady
them’s the rules

don’t be shallow
don’t be mean
hide yer sorrow
keep it clean

little kisses
like a rose
careful missus
pinky toes

pick a hobby
do it well
shed yer body
like a shell

not a phantom
just polite
pay the ransom
let him bite

running’s useless
art is too
what solution?
not a clue

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