Slug On A Limb Poem by M.J. McGuire

If slugs could go to past life therapy,
I’d be there in a super-snappy jiffy,

To find out why I’m stuck upon this wall,
When GQ Johnny struts the local mall.

Something must have happened in a former life
To cause this slinking, slippery sort of strife.

Maybe in the first century,
I was cursed for sticking on to Caesar’s knee.

That’s what I hate about the Law of Karma.
You’re slime unless you’re Krishna or the Dalai Lama!