Identity Crisis Poem by Rumi Ullidov

Should I be called Mero, Hero, or Romero?
The creator of Rome, or a sublime tyrant-
meandering in a capitalist maze-
where cows their milk drink and throw it up.
What am I but a swift melody
in the Lost Forests of Latin America,
never heard (do I even exist?) .
Psychedelic experiences - extraterrestrial-
cruising in the Milky Way, on a white Toyota.
20% beast,30% baby,50% thoughts.
Who am I?
The son of Zeus, the king of Kamasutra,
the foolish peasant in a king's royal court.
I am not who I wanted to be
but what I have become is not what I did not want to be.
I quit!