Married to Nobility
The word sits so easily on your tongue
like it had no more meaning than a Gallic shrug
he came from the sea waded ashore you can say
the only survivor of innocence.
Barefoot in the broken glass of spoken untruth so much blood,
they had thought I was one of
them with claws bringing riches how much time
spent and only to find a gardener.
Lonely women everywhere middle aged craved sex,
something had to be done, the salvation come
one of my forefathers had been a baron had three children
I disliked them all and people said I was a baron too.
The baroness died leaving the dilapidated castle to me.
How they hate seeing me eat dinner at a café every day.
I have spoken to Hercules Poirot but he can do nothing
before someone is murdered
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