Looking Glass

Aren’t we what we see most times
And the short rhymes from our own gut?
We create our hut with few dimes
And we sometimes leave them uncut.

See with your eyes what you should be
Busy like bee, cut out the lies
Severe the ties that won’t agree
What they would see, reduce your size.

What you see is what you become
Beat your own drum and leave the diss
And bury this before the rum
You are the sum of all you’d miss.

Victor Oyedele