When I finished with you,
you knew
what it felt like to be
hit by
a Mack truck. You
never saw it coming!
I know I hit you hard
because
there were tire tracks
down the middle of your back,
and I was so glad! !
I left you feeling like
Road Kill.
I felt like Freddie Kruger,
driving
the manicial eighteen wheeler,
eyes blared, laughing wildly! ! !
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/road-kill-for-gypsy-gal/
