Get your freaking hands off of me! Leave me alone. No, I will not eat your tainted food.
I know who you are; you're one of them. Government official, my ass; I will not be a willing participant in another one of your experiments.
Agent #57797, I recognize you; you've been following me. But I know who you really are. Your face is a mask. I see green seeping out your pores!
"Aaaah"
"No, Mr. Jones, we just want you to take your pills."
Another trick; aliens posing as the FBI wearing white jackets.
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poet and editor, writing to uplift humanity; working on her debut poetry collection to be released in 2026.
British American dual citizen living in the States. Mother of four, grandmother of two.
Owner of The Quiet Collective
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