Reminds me of another moth joke ā¦
A moth goes into a podiatristās office, and the podiatristās office says, āWhat seems to be the problem, moth?ā
The moth says āWhatās the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I donāt even know what Iām doing anymore. I donāt even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and that seems to bring him happiness. But I donāt know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and thereā¦ at night Iā¦I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed thatās on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I donāt know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in theā¦in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. And my other boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My other boy, Gregarro Ivinalititavitchā¦ I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that Iā¦ that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror. If only I wasnāt such a coward, then perhapsā¦perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for allā¦Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though Iām a moth, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. Iām not feeling good. And so the doctor says, āMoth, man, youāre troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?ā
And the moth says, āāCause the light was on
SpinMeAround@aussie.zone āØ4ā© āØmonthsā© ago
SO good, thank you!