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Warning, this poem is dark. It is inspired by the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer. Gather around and hear of the strange day, When three total strangers met on that plane. Three unlikely females eager to tell, Of their journey through the clutches of hell. My hands are weak but I'll try with my might, To give you facts and get this story right. Come along on their unexpected quest, Learn the reasons why these females lack rest. The first is grey-eyed, skinny, and a blonde, And due to her boredom, she slowly yawns. Fair of skin, but vain and vapid of heart, She makes her profit acting in the arts. Lacking in brains, but her beauty stands out. She looks perfect from her stance to her pout. Successful and severely ambitious, Cross her, she turns rigorously viscous. “Holly Star” people adoringly shout, Their praises erase all her feeble doubts. Remaining awake for days at a time, Easing pressure with the help of a line. She loves her job more than anything else, But Holly feels like a doll on a shelf. The second is plain but kind as can be, Lacking a husband, a mother of three. Prominent red hair, blue eyes that are lost, Freckles dot her face, her temper a wasp. Three screaming children are taking their toll, Their father's absence turned their hearts to coal. Months of a mom struggling to make ends meet, Make her closer to admitting defeat. Her choice of work is not quite ideal Pleasuring men for a family meal. Disgust, self-loathing, and hatred are there, Under the surface, with no love to spare. Her life is foggy and covered in rain, She wants to put a bullet in her brain. The last woman is always on her guard, From an accident that left her scarred. Twelve unbearable years have all but passed, Since the scars on her body were then cast. Long charcoal black hair and brilliant green eyes, Her profession centers solely on lies. Her absence extends weeks at a time, To find those willing to spend on a dime. She hides all that dope in crevices not seen, Storing it in baggies to keep it clean. Deceitful, perceptive, a broken saint. Her hobby makes the whole idea quaint. Who has she fooled? Can I even name one? Not her daughter, but possibly her son.
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