Seb K - Bingham

Bloomsbury must've been fun. Her mandolin was her gun
The outsider Henrietta seducing everyone
Back then, in between wars. With Helen Jacobs, the Jazz Age and its own laws
Miss Bingham was the Kentucky-born sun
Carrington fell under her spell
Soon enough, she embraced the same hell
A tragic demise was the common cause
Lady Bingham, was there any remorse
What about Dora, when for Lytton she fell
Both stranded without any resource
Self-hatred unleashed, which you couldn't control
Heaviest drinking & electroshock insanity
Psychoanalysis, barbiturates & lobotomy
The cells are burnt & your brain is empty
Henrietta, your creativity took its toll
A straightjacket & total damage to your skull
Those long years after Bloomsbury
You shone for a while, then you went AWOL
A total waste of beauty, a wordless misery
Lady Bingham faded bitterly
Ex-queen of poetic anarchy
Born to bewitch, delight & enthrall
Only to flame out after a brutal fall
Scorched by rays of crushing
Public scrutiny & judgement toxicity

Written by:
Sebastien Kellner

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