I suckle on nylon tents, titanium pots, and mesh-covered shoes.

Once in awhile I get licked by strange objects, this isn’t old news.

I was used to being flicked away in revulsion and pesticidal turmoil, on my way to catching the noose.

But, I remain the same when the moisture is right and darkness consumes.

I slime on, even in a state of the blues.

For now, I have nothing to lose.

I am Slug!

Continuously searching for nylon tents, titanium pots, and mesh-covered shoes.