Shin

 

 

 

I should have introduced myself better,

The burdens of virtue have been enormous.

I am not a Myrmidon in Rome, but I am,

And I am in Rome, as my name implies.

Rome is the shin of the leg that is Italy.

I stay away from soccer because of injuries.

My name is not from the word shining,

Nor is my name from any misspelling of shin.

I can say this. HE asked the Indic for help.

The Indic referred him to Kathir, who is,

That's where I got my son from, Bidayah,

So HE asked me to help out and I said OK,

HE is after all, the father of man, very early.

I am the widowed mother of Bidayah, the kid,

I used to suffer from altitude sickness, but

It got worse and now I am experiencing duality,

Which is a dangerous malaise on ideas of virtue,

So if you are looking for a bad woman in Rome,

Ask for Shin. I am available most nights.

Don't tell Bidayah, he thinks his mother is someone else.

Reviews

[Marie]

I don't understand this poem, but I really like the last three lnes.