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40 lives
I have taken tonight.
All with one common elementary compound.
No, not the deadly radium gas,
Or with poisonous mercury,
But simply sodium chloride, or rather, salt.
The victim:
Slugs.
Oh, yes.
Pacing in front of the rock wall
Pouring the white crystals mercilessly
Upon my unsuspecting victims.
You can almost hear
Their screams of anguish.
Oh, what fun,
Salting slugs
In the late evening sun.
I have emptied the whole shaker.
Author's Note: I was feeling extremely hyper when I wrote this,
because I had just eaten a bunch of Jolly Ranchers and I only actually salted
38, but 40 sounded better in my poem.
Thanks to:
Target, for selling me the huge bag of Jolly Ranchers for $1.39 to make me
hyper, and inspiring me to write this poem. Oh, the joys of sugar....
Also to Safeway, for selling me the 18 ounces of salt that I used to salt the
slugs with.
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