A doubling of duties,
Lessens those charms...
One uses to be discreet.
A doubling of duties,
Leaves one disarmed...
To bring no harm to the streets.
But those without chores to do,
Find excuses for their misdeeds.
To never accept responsibility.
Many function on assumptions,
They can do what they please.
Like children who use,
Learned abilities to deceive.
And guess,
Who is left...
To clean up their mess?
Take one guess,
Who is left...
Addressing their mess to confess.
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