About the Poem
A grimly humorous rant about death on the roads - not human death (as if that wasn't bad enough) but animal eradication which is a thriving sport in every country in the world where wildlife and automobiles come together. Please Drive Carefully
Road Kill |
by Carey Lenehan |
Why need you hunt with dogs, or with guns Why fish all day to throw back for fun When your primeval instincts are fully fulfilled By a messy, but effortless, Main Road Kill. A racetrack of slaughter, enclosed for your pleasure Providing a hunting ground there at your leisure There's no place at all for the victim to hide And a kill is assured if the road is not wide Terrified rabbits crouch as you close Wheels gored with death on this killing road Approach with a speed that a bullet can't match And splatter the bodies like any good catch Crouch over the wheel, your face stretched in glee Knowing their terror will not let them flee Bird, dog, cat, hedgehog, fox and toad All can be murdered, right here in the road No need to tramp across wet hill or dale No need to chase through woodland or vale Leave the guns in their cupboard, the dogs in their run Just take out your car and engage in some fun It's a sport without class, wealth or society Guaranteed kills of the widest variety If you're early enough, you may sight a deer Your aim will improve with the rate of its fear Practice makes perfect so steer with a will With luck you'll surprise something over the hill Put your foot down, speed as fast as you can You're certain to kill, before you get banned On Motorway, lane, or highway, that's best Take the wife and the kids and rise to the test Once the target's in sight, its chances are slim And the thud that is death permits you that grin When convention becomes to much for you Veggies Get out in the car and race between hedges Dawn's the best time for a surplus of sport And you're gone on your way before you are caught Road Kill's the best, of that there's no doubt When else can you murder whenever you're out There's no need for guilt, false sorrow or care You can always pretend you were just unaware Come one and all, take the wheel today Let's make that kill, then race on our way If it's caught on the bend, or just over the hill It deserves to be splattered as Main Road Kill. |
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5 Visitor Comments
robin
Nice meter, good subject, clear humor
andyxx
made me want to read more poetry. Top scribe, need to find more from this author.
NJ
your poem is swwweeeeeeeeet. i'm going to offer it to my schools forensic team for one of the prose poeters!
hfg
i relly liked your poem. do u have anymore about animals? if u do try to put it on the site
Brooke
I love this poem. it is not like all the normal ones you read
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