Tall (an acrostic poem)

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The height of hypocrisy was laid bare before them in all its naked glory

As they tried to figure out what tale to use to spin a cloak of fool’s gold over everything

Long into the night they schemed and wove their lies together until they were transparent and glorious

Letting them unleash their creation proclaiming the emperor is clothed

Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way

Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology

Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes

Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles

However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him