The Favors
The thing with favors is that they eventually
outdo themselves,
Almost like overzealous elves,
One too many favors may deem a person
too obliging,
Sometimes they are enhancers to one
who is conniving,
After a while, favors become redundant,
and they disappear from the memory,
because humans are fickle and lack
camaraderie.
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