Gorillasex the Fubarbarian's blog: "PRIMATE POETRY CORNER"

Dead Animals

Life drives recklessly at 90

Over the asphalt of our time,

And it never has it's headlights on

So it can hit you blind.

Too busy watching road signs

To see you're even there.

We're just speed bumps on the pavement.

We're dead animals.

Dead Animals!

All us possums, squirrels and bunnies

That try to cross the street

Would do well to remember

That the heavens have lead feet.

The fates don't got thier brakes on,

And in a blink they'll mow you down.

We're so many bugs on the windshield.

We're dead animals.

Dead Animals!

We're closer to the pot holes.

We're closer to the cracks.

Closer to the gutters and the trash.

It's a thin line between rodent and roadkill,

And when it comes to the rat race

Life seldom looks back

At dead animals...

Dead Animals...

And all the other cars that speed along

Don't stop to hear bells toll,

Or listen to the soul of what they hit.

Just another stain on God's park avenue.

Dead animals like you and me ain't shit.