And here I'd hoped 
You too had grown 
Could grok the jokes 
And laugh and groan. 

You came at Me 
And I replied. 
Now you are peeved 
That I won't lie. 

I think what I like 
I Like what I think 
I sleep well at night 
I don't Need to drink 

Why are you mad? 
Why can't you see? 
Why make me sad? 
I LIKE being me. 

Do what you will 
You always have 
I like you still 
But I follow My path.