It may just be that my Norwegian genes
Have cursed me with a damned obesity;
Or karma?My lax diet? Iniquity?
Tell me, Muse, just what this problem means!
I fight with might and main this chronic fat,
That I lug about all night and daylight hours,
Grossing out my mirror after showers,
And so my day begins right off the bat.
Regretfully this pure demotic jest
May alienate some in my audience,
Or maybe make a new friend, what suspense:
But I don't know what to try, or what is best.
So languishing in lard is my poor state,
With nothing in my menu to me slake.
There are so much emotions and pain in your poem. So vividly depicted. Like you, some of us are battling problems in our lives. Wishing you success in your journey. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation crafted with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Richard.