Scarborough Gypsy - The Decorator

Skeletons in cupboard
Ugly bony truths
Betrayal stands unspoken
Doors locked with keys
Long since buried deep, deep, deep
Plasterboard all entries
Tell tale signs disguised
A careful eye to detail
Selects just the right guise
Of wallpaper
But the decorator cannot be proud
Of the part he's played
An accomplice now to the crime
In the name of love
And self-preservation
Guilty as sin itself.

Scarborough Gypsy

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