Like Me Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Like me if you want
Or do not.
My truth is different I say
Green grass can never stay
Love is a word above our heads
Vanities should be redressed
In case insanities hit the base
No lies keep the track of lying
A man can get the laurels for false gratitude
Rich men say prophesies, old men falsities
Babies are neither here nor there
They fight the dreams of offended scoundrels
I should go to sleep before the hounds bite deep
Or else you may declare the road closed
And I suppose you may be right.