The time for your escape has come and gone
What kept you here save your own curious mind?
You say you´ve seen too much, and yet look on
Where chaster souls would run, you glance behind
Have you no ministering angels to consult?
I have no power to decide your fate
The choice was yours, but therein lies the fault:
What good is choice when choice is made too late?
What good is virtue but a thing to lose?
What good are all the saintly attributes?
We wear them on and off whene´er we choose
To correspond with fashion, end disputes.
If you should think to speak, say but a word
And weigh it well. No explanation give
To those who haven´t asked. What has occured
Is nothing more than reciprocative
Events without a price nor penalty
You´ve nothing lost that I can say I´ve gained
You´ve acted out your part adorably
And for my part, I hope I´ve entertained.