I told the man
'I think I am...
I think I am a moth'.
He looked me up and down
and quite politely coughed.
And then he laughed and said to me
'watcha tellin me that, for?
can't you see
dat dis here be
just a grocery store?
You need to go to the hospital
dat's were you might belong'
'I know' I said, and scratched my head
'but I saw your light was on! '
I went to see a shrink
he finds my claim fictitious
but secretly, I think
his suit looks quite delicious.
I told him I was a bookworm
earlier in my life
and what happened when I confessed
to the woman who was my wife.
She thought it was the absurdist
thing she'd ever heard
but when I finally left her
I left her without a word
so I had myself committed
but the head doc didn't agree
'you should never have been admitted
this institute is insect-free'
Out across the verdant grounds
I fairly flew, I didn't jog
'cuz one of the patients there
thinks he is a frog
So to another shrink I went
and she gave me a great big smile
and then she called her entomologist friend
and talked to him a while
She said 'lay down on my couch,
and tell me more of this moth biz'
but I can plainly see
she's figuring what my net worth is!
'Honey! ' I woke with a scream
'It was that moth joke song again!
but this time in my dream
at least you weren't a mounting pin'.
'That's good' she says and winks
her beady eyes so sweet
then she rubs me with her eight little legs
and we scurry down the street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem