Rules

Rules are made to be broken,

And through them many things are spoken,

Although we don't always do what's right,

Others turn against us in spite.

So I walk through town,

Illegal actions bring my world down,

Running from police,

to deny the breach of peace.

Down at the station,

They make a dirty accusation,

But I'll take the blame as all I can say is;

Rules are made to be broken.

The End

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