DISCLAIMER: Doug Bukowski belongs to The Hills Have Eyes. Which belongs to Craven-Maddalena Films.

Author's Note: I don't normally write poetry… but this was homework for my English class, believe it or not. The prompt is rather complicated—we read the prologue to "The Canterbury Tales" (Geoffrey Chaucer) and were asked to use a person/character/personality from "modern society" and write out our own part to the prologue. My mind immediately went to Doug. Anyway, with that mumbo-jumbo out of the way, I hope you enjoy, and I apologize for the rushed ending.

DOUG BUKOWSKI: CANTERBURY-STYLE by B.O.W. 121

Among us was a man that carried cell phones—
One in each hand, both with different ring-tones.
He, Bukowski, said, "These phones will be sold,"
As it was his job, he constantly told.
Two days away, he couldn't let things go;
Working for himself, that business his own.
Exaggeration accompanied that:
"It can't burn down before I come back!"
His clothes were of professional manner:
White dress-shirt, brown khaki pants, no sand or
Dishevelments to destroy the effect,
Showing up any business-man you've met.
A pair of glasses were over his eyes.
When the wind blew, his hair was carried high.
It grew past his shoulders, colored a light brown,
Matching the short beard surrounding his frown.
You wouldn't call Doug entirely fake,
For an excellent father, he did make.
But habits changed when his wife wasn't near—
He forgot submission, manners, plus fear,
Rules, regulations, and role-model acts,
But threaten his daughter and bring him fast.