Household
A vast acreage of property,
For one grand old man;
Who has no use for others,
Apart from himself.
He has his servants;
Those who work for him,
And a wife caught in the riptide,
Of a relationship she never loved.
His daughter devotes her time,
To activities in the evening,
That remove her from the household
- Of venomous odium.
Disquiet never leaves the property,
As he indulges in his wine;
He really has no time,
To discuss the weather.
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