Written by C Hues
May 2, 2022
Roadkill, Roadkill, lying still… Roadkill—are you dead for real? Roadkill, you could be my meal. Roadkill, how your guts just spill! A fox—cunning and ever sly Deceitful, shady, sketchy eyes Weren’t quick enough to spot the truck Now that loser’s outta luck A possum—is he playing dead? With his body hanging by a thread His head almost decapitated Well, crossing streets is overrated My deer—you were gone too soon You jetted out at night, past noon And the same day we saw you there Bloodied body, broken bare