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“Roadkill Rocker by Stewart Stafford I ordered madness on toast. My reflection pooled on the floor, splashed around in it for ages, until room service imploded the door. “Time to pay the piper, son,” it growled — “It’s my record label’s tab, you’ll find out!” They clay-pigeoned my sandwich at me, my last morsel before getting kicked out. Housekeeping surveyed the wreckage, this one-man party animal slunk to his feet: “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” “Yeah — I’m roadkill from down the street!” © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Roadkill Rocker by Stewart Stafford
I ordered madness on toast.
My reflection pooled on the floor,
splashed around in it for ages,
until room service imploded the door.
“Time to pay the piper, son,” it growled —
“It’s my record label’s tab, you’ll find out!”
They clay-pigeoned my sandwich at me,
my last morsel before getting kicked out.
Housekeeping surveyed the wreckage,
this one-man party animal slunk to his feet:
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“Yeah — I’m roadkill from down the street!”
© 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.