by Steven Kent

“RFK Jr boasts of ‘a freezer full of roadkill'”
—The Guardian

If Bobby hasn’t wormed his way
Inside your brain to date,
He’s trying harder every day
(Though still not doing great).

That food now in his freezer’s not
The kind most want to eat.
What’s next? He owns a camel lot
And sells exotic meat?

His fauna tales are deeply odd,
The ones he dares to share—
You know there’s more, and worse, by God,
But those we couldn’t bear.