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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

(October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Slugs


I saw a slug
Crawl up a tree
It's long antennae
Waving free

It left a trail
Of wet slime behind
Something for others
Less fortunate to find

The slug was plump
As fat as could be
Reminded me of people
That work with me

Slow and lazy
They make their way
The slugs move on
Each and every day

They rant and rave
Complain and whine
Won't do their jobs
Waste so much time

Care not for the job
They are hired to do
Just want to get paid
Nothing new

Slugs come in all sizes
And all walks of life
Getting in the way
Just doesn't seem right

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 09, 2013

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