Most lies are better than the truth

most lies are better

than the truth

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I sit at my desk

for 20 minutes after

lunch, trying to get

the wording of a poem

just right.

I give up and wander over

to the supervisor's desk,

tell her I have been having

trouble with my computer, but

it's working fine now.

Without hesitation, she

takes my hours log and

signs off on the past

20 minutes and

10 more.

It's nice to be trusted.

I walk back to my desk,

stare out the window,

then jot this down.

At long last, being

paid to write

poems.

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