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!
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