This is the last time
that I will be suckered
by one of these fly-by-night
pay-what-you-will TransMorph Flora Variant Mark I places.
I should have recognized when the sign was cardboard
that this was not a reputable institution.

"Be a tree," they said,
"See how the other ninety nine point seventy seven percent live."
It seemed like a nice activity
so I got shapeshifted into an elm

but now the company’s shuttered its doors
and I’m stuck in a dark loft
with flickering lights
and I don’t know
if they’re ever gonna pull me out of here.

Is the TransMorph equipment
even still available
to turn me back?

Shit.
What a shady practice.

Still, it’s been a calm decade so far.