What will be your master, and what will be your slave? Will you court disaster to be perceived as brave? Will you call your pastor to hide that which you crave, or be your own ringmaster and own how you behave? And will you choose virtue, or live in fear of vice? Will you choose to be true, or default to being nice? And when there's much ado will you jet their paradise? Or just defer your view, as act some men and mice?
Master & Slave [Lyric Poem]