if i call bulls--t on you, i am the final word. load me up inside a gun, little pops will be heard. pull my shade down, will you? the sun is in my eyes. dang, you really stretched me out now i'm not even the right size!

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A silent applause given with the eyes, earned through deeds, sought by the wise. Invisible currency in the social realm, carried by all but only used by some. Elders receive this because if their age. It can be given and taken away by one and all and earned again if you really work on your actions and deeds.

A maze, labyrinth, riddle, or box, I challenge your mind through passages twisted or plain. Each may take on my name, turning thought and confusion into a game.

I wear a yellow coat with no pockets to hold, I curve like a smile with a story untold. Peel back my jacket and I’m soft inside, A sweet little snack on a monkey’s ride. I grow in bunches beneath the sun’s golden glow, What am I?