You can’t judge a book by its cover.

You can’t cover a dent with paint.

You can’t paint everyone with the same brush.

You can’t brush your teeth with a stick.

You can’t stick a knife in my back.

You can’t back away from a fight.

You can’t fight fire with fire.

You can’t fire me; I quit!

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NaPoWriMo 
Day Twenty-One

Prompt: Write a poem that uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.