The Government Makes Me

lie if I want a visa. They paint me to
a bunch of aloe. Locked fluid inside
my skin. But I’ve become a cactus
by adjusting to dryness. Others suggest
to mimic a rose. That’d make it easier to
be picked up. No one appreciates aloe,
humans squeeze, swallow or
apply on skin in summer kitchens
only. Click the form of venus flytrap
to sign up as an immobile predator.
None of the above dare to grow roots
until the government announces
that all of the thorns build a fence
preventing connections from
another side. Thus, my answer oozes
from the vera of polygraph is nimble.






Reprinted with the permission of the author.