Sep 2014
Your lying there, dead.
Corpse slowly rotting,
flies hover around
your mutilated flesh.
Sorry but
your life, your existence
wasn't as important
as someone getting to work on time.
Ironically
it's now that your dead
lying there
that we take the time to swerve
and not hit you.
Corpse slowly rotting,
flies hover around
your mutilated flesh.
Sorry but
your life, your existence
wasn't as important
as someone getting to work on time.
Ironically
it's now that your dead
lying there
that we take the time to swerve
and not hit you.
Thoughts had while driving past roadkill this morning. Watching people swerving, trying not to hit it, made me wonder why it wasn't done in the first place.
