Hello, I am a slug, and I’m crawling out tonight,
Leaving a trail of slime because I’m going to unite
With the headlouse, the woodlouse, the weevil and
the rat,
And also join up with several other species that
Are anti-charismatic, in the public eye,
But this is an injustice which we seek to rectify.
None of us look striking posing on mountainsides,
Migrating across savannahs, or singing in the sky,
We don’t dive or leap majestically out of the ocean.
Fine artists don’t paint us to symbolise emotions,
Or patriotism, freedom and other noble notions.
We don’t roam in rainforests or on tundras,
We were stowaways on the ark.
Where we live is called infested
Never made a national park.
No one will cross the world to see us,
But to hear a gorilla fart,
They’ll fly all the way to Africa in a polluting
jet plane.
The gorilla farts, they gasp in glee,
And then fly back again.
We won’t sell you anything
With cute faces or appealing eyes
The means of our own deaths are what we advertise,
Since a picture of a cockroach sells tons of
insecticide.
We are vermin, pests, pariahs, carrion eating
parasites,
But when it all ends, we’ll cut you down to size,
Because the corpse of one lion will feed a thousand
flies.
©PR Murry
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