Roadkill
God save us from such cruelties as these
Harsh bourgeois cautionary tales of fate
These maddened mothers with big SUVs
Blind with rage because they are running late
They have their cel phones and their husband slaves
Somebody tell them speed kills Jesus saves
Madame Suburban in such a hurry
Why must you always be in a dither?
Such an angry grimace makes me worry
Faced with such intensity I wither
I try to stay out of your way and to
Avoid becoming roadkill at your feet
To vigilantly mince across the street
Alas I fear the death of me is you
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+Steven Curtis Lance
from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV
Quick! Visit my poetry pages before I am roadkill, so that you can see them while they are still up (I am having no luck getting a book out, nor do I expect my follies to survive me)! Thank you for reading these poor bastard children of my imagination, and for being my dearest darling members and my guests. What is left of The Black Baron thanks you all and each. Now go to:http://brainmeta.com/poemdirectory/stevelance/comment.php
...and thanks again!