Lucretia Borgia

Lucretia Borgia
was fit to be tied
making mincemeat of
the Italian countryside

Bodies slumped over
doused in foxglove
it's a wonder
she ever found someone to love

Lucretia Borgia
came into being
a winning child bride
at the age of 14

Then somehow her lovers
were all snatched away
for roadside feasts
in the light of day

Refrain: But oh was it ever true
Did she do all those things
that they said she do
All kind words of her
were left for dead
It's just scattered pieces
of history instead

Lucretia Borgia
had made a name
among sociopaths
and criminally insane

With her dad the pope
she drank blood until dawn
And laughed as her brothers
tortured her pawns

Refrain

How could they find
a way to make
someone so unkind and vile
It's a race for the books all the while

Why is it these days
that I run a gauntlet
of rumor and subterfuge
from all who submit
that they learned all their tricks
from a previous age
when backstabbing
was all the rage

Last night Lucretia
and I had an exchange
about high schools and internet
and how nothing's changed

You get on some list
and you're treated like a whore
Until some researcher
evens the score
and asks...

Refrain