Salt on a Slug

I poured salt on a large slug

I watched how the slug writhed and squirmed

It tried to escape me and my burning salt

The slug made no sound

But I'm sure if I were turned inside out

And dipped in salt, I would scream

I remember how the slug glistened and resperated

Until I put the salt on it

And how it tried to get away

Secreting a yellowish green mucus

In great quantities that bubbled slightly

My fascination turned to revoltion

As the slug writhed and tossed from side to side

Secreting even more yellow green mucus

To try and beat the salt

It was a losing battle for the slug

'Cause when it had succeeded

In rubbing some of the salt off with great effort

I would simply turn the salt shaker

On the slug again and start over

Eventually I got bored

And left the slug still writhing in vain

Trying to get free of the salt

That eventually sucked the slug dry

Later I imagined that my whole body

Was a tongue and I was dipped in salt