I need a discount ticket,
to a new life;
with an extended stop-over
Do I need to take my passport,
to become another person?
Why do all these visa forms
ask me if I plan to launder money,
or commit acts of terror,
but not if I’ve yet to figure out what I want
(which is surely more dangerous)?
Can I list my sense of humour as a reference?
Do I need to remove my feet of clay,
to pass through security?
Do I have to declare the fact
that my bags are full of jelly-beans
And will there be someone to pick me up
at the airport?
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