This one was made from an acrostic using the phrase "flipping switches". Then I "stirred", "added some ingredients", and got what we will call a poem. The "w" was too forced in the poem, but worked well for the title (imo). I may do another one later today, I think these will take some practise.
What is truth?
Self-hypnosis combats
heterogeneous thoughts.
Falsities and almost lies,
Pretending and performing,
nothing new really.
Trickery lends to equanimity and
the illusion is impressed
[impressive?]
The happiness is
No longer glazed over, ignorant of cares,
but staid.
False is real.
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