Poem About Death - Road Kill

Booze and music was the recipe for mayhem

But what was even more dangerous was a drugged out and driving at 3AM

A six wheeler swaying from side to side with opened spilled beer

Rock music blasting from ear to ear

Horn honking at shadows

While the truck sends the bugs to the gallows

Doing over a hundred in a fifty mile zone

All this while trying to text on the phone

But as the wreck less vehicle skidded around a blind corner

The truck came face to face with an old lady and soon she was a goner

There was no stopping, there was no probability for a miss

As the truck slammed her, pinned her and squashed her outside and within

Immediately the grim reaper pitched

It held on to the old ladies soul and gave the truck driver a smirk

Because soon he knows he will be back for the jerk.