at a simple line

 we reach the limit of the clearly known

so many fools have seen this place before

and we are ready to pass the last door

 

it is so easy to say we condone

those things that both the sage and prude abhor

we reach the limits of the clearly known

 

there is no time even for angry groan

so long ago each of us learned the score

and found that fun swiftly became a chore

we reach the limits of the clearly known

so no abatement

 this is beyond the bounds of normal place

you have not seen just where we have to go

but only how the motions are all slow

and no one wants to quicken up the pace

for any reason we have lost the race

to those who claim full knowledge of the glow

and have set forth in full and earnest flow

the masters and the captains of full grace

there is no haven left for your odd sort

who speak in sentences and will not judge

without the fullest sense of what is due

not only on the street but in the court

who are most honest and will never fudge

saying only those things that you know are true