Today I wrote a poem.
You might not like it as a poem,
But at least poem rhymes with poem,
And it works well for a poem.

Time is all I've gotten.
Though I have not yet forgotten,
How to make poems begotten
And with luck they won't be rotten.

Rhyme is the key -- remember,
One cannot write without an ember
In one's mind that makes November
Christmasy, like 'twas December.

Every good things have to end.
I do not want to make you blend
Thoughts and writings into an
Rhymeless piece of shite.
The end.

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  • intro

    Hi, I'm uhm... well, me.
    jan Sotan, Ae. Dschorsaanjo, jan ala, or just Zoli
    and this is the mostly spoken word renditions of pieces written in toki pona, released or otherwise.
    As the title says, it is not going to be my usual stuff.
    You shall hear lyrics previously unrecorded, possibly unpublished,
    along with some that you might have heard before,
    long and long agone in a galaxy we occupy.
    After these last few sentences though, nigh everything shall be in toki pona, so...

    original script of performance for suno pi toki pona