Pleasure of my life

The pleasure of my life is in

things so small. I don’t need riches.

I’m satisfied with simple being.

For all, I don’t need evil witches.

My cozy ton is all I need.

I lightened once a lamp by day.

and no authentic being there, but s**t,

similar to rotten clay.

But I knew it. I lightened my light,

to know my science is exact.

The sun, true, touches me with might.

She doesn’t touch the fog in fact.

There is so much happiness

in things so simple. Truth is female

so full of light and beauty. Confess

that I am right and am a whale

that’s swimming in the polluted sea,

full of lies, and meanness, evil.

The whale of truth is lucky me.

There is real happiness I feel.