Alien Substance
PSS
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.
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Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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