A Roadkill Recipe

Fleshpiles of tissue mass

Lethal velocity

These creatures put to death

With tire impression

They lay on the lanes

Yes, it's my larder

I can choose everything I want

Whatever takes my faney

To appease my strange taste and hunger

A roadkill recipe

Cooked it will be

Shriveled piece of flesh

A steak with asphalt mesh

I need no recipe book

So let us fucking cook

Shapeless roadkill pancake

Firstly deboned and sliceed

And then corned in sweet-hot sauce

The scent of ripe meat

Mixes with odour of spice in bizarre

As in flame of burner I grill it

At last dinner can be served

I love the couvert fantasy

Whatever will augment that taste

A roadkill recipe

Cooked it will be

Shriveled piece'of flesh

A steak with asphalt mesh

Yes, kiss the cook

And then you can puke!