I am a rehabilitated junkie

peeing in a cup.

You are stiff white coat

manilla folder induced smirk on face,

and this is us.

I am an active volcano

building up pressure.

You are sizemologist

interpreting data from poorly camoflagued probes,

and this is us.

I am a new driver

hands at ten and two, eyes focused ahead.

You are the traffic cop

who has followed me the last five blocks,

and this is us.

I am a bansai tree

stretching out for new light.

You are the gardener

slapping hands that dare deviate,

and this is us.