The Humble Rock Dove

I’m neurodivergent,

Ask a surgeon!

They’ll have no idea why!

They’ll split open my skull,

And out will fly,

A moth, I think you’ll find.

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Bretheren before me,

Angels in the sky,

Promote the surgeon,

To a sergent,

Don’t bloody ask me why!

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I come out with autism,

When mother pinned me to the sky,

Why’d that ceiling call me “moth”,

Er, what?

A butterfly!

-ER