The Moth Joke Song - Poem by Chuck Audette
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.
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