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