RoadKill

You love to love,
the crippled ones.
The battered angry dogs.
Gaping wounds,
fear filled vacant eyes.
Blood that flowing
never dries.
Despise
Disdain
Despite
You do not care.
You do not like.
Won't take what's wrong,
to try and make it right.
Spent and broken.
They are fuel,
for your cankerous flight.
You love to love,
the crippled ones.
The battered angry dogs.
The ones whose disabilities,
make your wrongness seem right.