AMERICAN ROADKILL

All my friends drive 

like we got extra lives

towards disasters

best to come,

it’s all for fun

dancing on the edge 

of death’s curb.

It’s all for fun, 

Chasin’ the sunset 

of a future commodified

by our mothers,

fucked bloody 

by our fathers,

living roadkill 

on capitalism’s 

potholed road. 

The future is ours,

so we’re told,

after it’s been sold,

seeing only desert ahead,

speeding towards lives

squandered,

by our ‘honored’ dead.