Shamelessness is dangerous.
That aimless inhibition prompt
lays snares of consequence and guilt
to trip us, everywhere we'd want
to take our valor for a spin -
and leave discretion's bare, bereft
behind at home! A-wallowing.
For shame! Best be behaviorless,
lest valor's indiscretion wrest
some veil aside, and all be known.
We'd never rest from labors, then.
To soak and scrub escutcheon clean
- a labor which we know is vain!
But that is how we've always been,
to our acute and chronic shame.
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