‘Madman’ By Ahmed Nader

Madman, madman, what shall I do?

I will not feel pity, especially for you.

You were born this way, and I can understand.

I’m a madman myself, but I’ll never take your hand.

You came down the street crazy as a loon,

I lit up a joint and gazed at the moon.

You picked up a rifle and slaughtered some folks,

They said “A madman did it.” but I know it’s quite a hoax.

You spend your days amid slayers and crooks,

I spend my nights reciting books.

So don’t scheme against me, you amoral soul.

I might be a lunatic, but I’ll never plunge into that sinkhole.


About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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