The Mee Goreng of Life
A soft manifesto for the performative age. Know yourself, but not too well. Love, but keep it tidy. Create, but let it misbehave. This poem walks the line between sincerity and satire, inviting you to laugh gently, post boldly, and exit without explanation. The truth? It’s optional. The look? Essential.
Know self, love self
Laugh, create, collaborate
Love, honour, aid relief
Give, save, cause no grief
Know thyself, but not too deep
Your soul’s unwell? Just let it sleep.
Love your quirks, ignore your flaws,
Beauty isn’t theirs—it’s yours
Laugh with grace, but not too loud
Joy should never shame a crowd.
Build a soul that won’t conform,
Then set it loose and feel the warm.
Love with honor, aid with care,
Practice, practice, anywhere.
Post your truth then take a bow,
The moment’s gone, you’re done for now.
If you stumble, don’t explain—
Just get up and start again.
Truth’s a thread you needn’t weave—
Just wear that look and take your leave.
Know self, love self
Laugh, create, collaborate
Love, honour, aid relief
Give, save, cause no grief
Harry is a satirist in remission who now moonlights as a metaphysical desk jockey. He specialises in cosmic admin, recursive nonsense, and the occasional algorithmic incident report. One poem he wrote still hasn’t stopped, and several readers claim it whispers back during thunderstorms.
This one’s a compact, lyrical mantra — a four-line recipe for living with integrity, joy, and compassion. It reads like a spiritual haiku crossed with a moral checklist, and the title adds a delicious twist: The Mee Goreng of Life suggests that wisdom, like noodles, is best served hot, tangled, and shared.