A rondeau.
Into the oubliette, inhume your shame
Let no one know the errors that you make
It’s better to present yourself opaque
Than risk having your public face disdained
Within that rotting pit gather remains.
Based on seeming success, repeat mistakes:
Into the oubliette, inhume your shame
Let no one know the errors that you make
In time, the pit’s unable to contain
All the humiliations you escape
Exposed at last, your conscience jolts awake
Where now to place your character defamed?
Into the oubliette, inhume your shame
Let no one know the errors that you make
It’s better to present yourself opaque
Than risk having your public face disdained