Jaysuscrist finally
broke out its always a matter of timeisnt it finally
a day without picking up a dead squirrel off the street
three days straight
its a fucking neighborhood street the speed limits 25
yet people tear
through it because it parallels the towns main thoroughfare just a couple of stopsigns compared to three
trafficlights they blow the signs because
coming onto the intersections the lands open to either side an they can see if
crosstraffic is converging none buhbye
stopsigns arent incentives to stop
an doing whatever theyre doing
above 25yakking on bluetoothscanning music on their cells because random on their
playlist is randomly picking songs they dont wanna hear in that
momentdistracked an distracked
dangerous dangerous to those around them
because theyre not in Danger theyre driving
in airtight airbagged vaults engineered to save their fucking lives in case of
an accident they can afford to be blasé an their blasé coupled with speed kills any small
animals that happen on the road ahead of them
they aint looking up the road no
wary eyes looking left an right their
eyes are watching something through the apparition of the road as if it were a veil a mirage something insubstantial small animals cats dogs coons arent seen squirrels
Toss
a child on the barbie woudja Billy
Twentyfive miles an hour Fuck I
back out of my drive doing that thats
why engineers affixed rearmounted cameras onto vehicles so parents would quit killing their children too consumedtoo rushedtoo lazy to throw their
arm over the back of their seat turn their heads an look an SEE left an look an
SEE right to be sure their child or any child wasnt behind them
It felt like a soft squishy speedbump Accidents happen(did they collect on the life
insurance?)(mebbe
a really really late-term abortion extra-utero can I get an Amen brother? probably nothuh) after picking up the destroyed squirrels humourlessly
he hoped(he might have prayed if he prayed) he might discover who the speedmerchant
was an from their backseat slip their seatbelt in a noose around their throatsfeet
on the back of the drivers seat an pull real
hard
until the thrashingstruggling stopped until
the blood vessels in their eyeballs rupturedtill their eyes popped out of their
skullstheir tongues stuck out of their mouths an hung to their chests like
Drumpfs ties(overcompensating)
because even
that deadlook looked better than the mangled squirrels he picked up by their
tails(if he could) an set them down gently in the grass or leaves at the side
of the road an apologised that he was related to the species Homomurderus Homoitsmyworld
Lifes cheap
an cheaper in front of a car
1613, Monday,
13 11. 17
1027, Twosday,
14 11. 17
