Putrid Road Kill
I now know how Loudon Wainwright III was inspired.
What happened to me was what I never desired.
I have to consider this one of my darker episodes.
Nocturnal creatures called skunks often cross the roads.
They have a defense mechanism that keeps predators away.
To describe what it is, I don’t need much to say.
Driving on the road, I could not stop in time.
That animal produced a scent that nobody calls sublime.
The unfortunate black creature became another road kill.
The smell emitted by the carcass remains there still.
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