Jade; R.I.P.
By threeleafshamrock
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The pixels were stretched,
Lessening the definition.
The dress simple; almost plain!
The smile was broad;
The mouth a little too large,
No super model here!
But a fluttering moth,
Drawn to the brilliance of
The life-enhancing flashes,
That lit her ‘Tabloid’ home.
Dragged up; it’s reported.
A ‘Gobby Bird’ self styled
And proud to have found a
Way to use her only talent,
To satisfy that age-old
Longing to survive in a world
That had no obvious
Reservation for her well being.
She sold to the Hawkers
And they bought eagerly.
They purchased her life
And passed it around;
A commodity whose value
Peaked and troughed; shares!
When she ran out of life to sell,
She auctioned her death and
The lamp of survival revived
And burned brightly; the
Merchants warmed their hands
While the wick tapered.
Still, they laugh and ridicule
The thick bitch; the fool;
The uneducated nobody;
Sport while the game lasted!
They move on to other marks!
Meanwhile, the smear clinics
Take on extra staff, to cope
With the increased business.
And a woman somewhere,
Kneels by her sons’ bedside
And thanks the gods of fate;
For Jade!
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