A warm meal

I once knew an old guy who's eye was always on the side of the road

His stomach would growl when an eighteen wheeler would howl going by with its load

One day I asked why his belly did cry and he answered as his saliva flowed

"Lookin fer sometin ta eat, nutin like fresh meat dat some car 'as bestowed"

Think of the germs, if not the worms, at the least it'll put ya on the commode

Don't you get sick? "Not if yer quick" as the conversation growed

"If da road kill is still warm it'll do ya no 'arm, but don't eat a squashed toad" he crowed

Reviews

[Marie]

What a very poignant write in this subtle write. The story of homelessness, of hunger so bad that a person would welcome 'road kill' to dine on. My heart went out to the old gentleman as I read, dear Soran, bless him. Thank you for sharing his very sad story with us to raise our awareness of those who are so less fortunate and to be more giving to helping them along life's path. A heart touching write so finely inked...

[Soren]

Thank you so much Marie for your read and empathetic read it is so appreciated

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear Soren. Thank you for sharing, dear friend...

[Andrew John]

Love this one. Maybe he'll find some squirrels. :)

[Soren]

Thanks Andrew for the read and comment it is most valued

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed this poem, Soren. I could literally see that old guy standing by the side of the road. Pretty frightening image. But you hooked me in with the ending. Awesome work my friend.

[Soren]

Carlos so good to hear from you and thank you so much for your read and kind words of support.

[Gee]

Had me smiling.
Here in the UK it's mainly badgers that are seen dead by the roadside, these carry TB so are always left where killed.
Hope you are well Soren

[Soren]

Thanks for the read Gee always appreciated. A happy Sunday to you