so , they seal , conceal so many skeletons in their cupboard the cat would never leave the bag , they would jabber the seam seem so strong but always , in the end things get berserk ; seals are broken the freed cats now whine its tail to their face cacophonous mockeries , reddened face with shame is always the backwash perhaps , i should have done it right seeking truth and honesty to live , enjoy and for life , have a good name are always their last words .