sijelo li wile lape.
wile ante lon lawa taso.
pilin mi li kala nasa.
kala ni li wile waso.

Most of me just wants to sleep
Just my head is still awake
My heart is like a silly fish
A fish that wants to fly

sina wile ike e mi la mi kama sama.
sina wile utala e mi la mi kama sama.
sina wile pakala e mi la mi kama sama.

mi jan utala ala.
pakala li jaki tawa mi.
mi wile taso pona e sina.
o pona taso e mi.

sina wile pona e mi la mi kama sama.
sina wile musi e mi la mi kama sama.
sina wile wawa e mi la mi kama sama.

mi jo e olin suli.
mi wile pana e musi kalama.
mi wile wawa e pilin mute.
sina o pali sama.

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Do you want to do me ill? I become likewise.
Do you want to fight with me? I become likewise.
Do you want to injure me? I become likewise.

I am not a fighter.
Injury is sickening to me.
I'm only wanting good for you,
So please be good to me.

Do you want to help me out? I become likewise.
Do you want to make me smile? I become likewise.
Do you want to give me strength? I become likewise.

I aim to have the greatest love.
I want to foster joy and laughter.
I wish to strengthen the hearts of all.
Why not follow after?

jan wan li toki e ni: sona li wawa.
jan ante li toki e ni: mani li wawa.
jan seme li toki pona?

sona li pana e wawa lawa sijelo.
mani li pana e wawa lawa jan.
wawa seme li suli?
ni li sona mani.


Some say that knowledge is power.
Others say that money is power.
Who is right?

Knowledge grants power over the self.
Money grants power over others.
But which power is greatest?
Knowledge of Money.

Saŝa serĉas saĝan ŝercon.
Ŝi volas servi verse ĝin.
Vi aŭskultu. Ne tumultu.
Solve buŝeliĝos rid'.

Lucas looks for janky jokes.
It may not matter if they might seem daft.
The phrases turn; the poet's spoke.
He wonders which will laugh at last.

pilin mi li wile musi.
toki mi li tawa ona.
sina kute li pilin mute.
o pilin sona e toki pona.

The day-one workshop is a crib
The start of learning how to live
You learn mechanics and the rules
And hopefully some useful tools
To be effective, understood
And maybe be a force for good

Scenarios get more complex
The writers seem to want to vex
And if you've got no script to use
The reflex could be to abuse
But rather than resort to hate
It's best to firstly calibrate

Who cares how much success you've got?
Just go compose a thrilling plot!
It's all ridiculous, I know
But maybe you'll enjoy the show
And I hope that someone throws you roses
Before your final curtain closes

Metaphorical deformity
Malformation of the mind
Forms a horrible majority
Of my metaphysical bind

I'm trapped in liminality
But rescued from fatality
I'm aware of physicality
But sheltered from reality

What are big girls made of?
Liquor with bubbles
That gets you in trouble.

What are big boys made of?
Stories and jokes
To bring home to your folks.

And what is the purpose of love?
To have a good time,
Without resorting to crime.

Have you met Ophelia?
I saw her at the bank
Withdrawing all her interest.
And if I may be frank,

It seemed none could appeal to her,
And as she stacked her notes
Her visage had the look of death.
I hope her asset floats.

I dress in brand new rags.
This rag dress brand is new.
Such clothes are meant for hags,
But I haggled closed a few.

I was taught of resurrection
Of body and of mind, yet
On the side of insurrection
Is where you're going to find me at

They told me of the implication
Of my moral bind
But now I've lost infatuation
With them and all their kind

A full eclipse of mind
Obscures all but the rind
Encrusted by the grime and dust
It's swelling from the stress inside
It looks like it might bust

I rather like this one, it seems
It's not what I had thought.
And though it's nothing like my dreams,
I like it quite a lot.

I am cold and sterile,
And you are hot and fierce
But dressed in my apparel
Your radiance appears

Irritable bowels.
I'm dressed in only towels.

As my face is scanned,
I have a better hand.

A compliment is hushed.
I guess I'm straight flushed.

Recreational Insanity
Unconditional Inanity
Impractical Commonality
Warm Welcome to the Family

Ruminating
Vividly

Insidious
Mentality

Anachronistic
Philosophy­

Schizophrenic
Witchery

I am a fire hazard.
You are a fire drill.
Please help me get it
Through my head:
I have a life to fill.

I broke my fast this morning.
My will was broken fast.
What a waste of energy
To make what's spoken last.

It's hip to be triangular
Acute and pointy everywhere
But maybe it's expedient
To dress up as a square

Fight Risk
Flight Risk

Sight Quick
Fright Quick

Spite Freak
Alight Freak

Height Peak
Insight Peak

Surrounded by infernal screams
I think this might be Hell
The tortured and the suffering
Around the wishing well

Am I your ugly step-sister?
A twisted plot device?
Or am I just an evil twin?
Please give me your advice.

I might be just a criminal,
Or possibly a spy.
I know I'm being cynical,
But tell me, am I right?

**** this.
**** that.
They gave me this.
I wanted that.

My words say this.
My face says that.
I guess it's bliss.
No wait, it's crap.