There once was a girl whose home
was in the town of Nantucket
where the ocean waves flashed
pink at sunrise; the rages of her
alcoholic father had so debased
her self-esteem that she sought
approval through degradation
and prostitution. I know, I know,
it's depressing to think about.
But had I told this narrative
in lilting anapests and rhymes,
chances are you'd be laughing.
Never write free verse in Nantucket.
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