the emporium’s new clothes
take the top off my skull
shake out all the words
jumble them up and lay
them out as a poem and
all the literarti will exclaim
my boy you are a genius
what a genius you are
a poet beyond compare
out of the box and over there
such splendid words as
we do
declare
them
to be
and with my emperor’s new clothes
I will sup at high table
with the hoi polloi polloing hoi
and keep it under my hat
that all of my complex simplicity
is simply me
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