Gardens Grey

Pardon my Gardens; they're withered and grey: Unkempt and wild and quite defiled Given my odd and reclusive ways: Eccentric is my fashion style Look at Life through special glass: I see it all now magnified But my gardens grey, my cage, alas! Damn society- be defied! You should truly be in pictures, You were born for it, you see: Nevermind your fear and stricture; What a starlet you would be! Come and visit my grey gardens: Bring your cameras; we will talk Mother and I have long been hardened By the way the others balk! Jackie O. was in the know, And embarrassed by our home We let her in since she was kin Though we sought to be alone I am Edith Bouvier Beale, A model once I was Did cabaret 'til my dying day When the flies began to buzz