Parody of Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Do not go turn on the big ceiling light,
Old souls should burn with lamps at close of day;
Rage, rage against fluorescent’s buzzing bite.
Though masking folk at work know dim is right,
Because their spoons had melted through the fray,
Do not go turn on the big ceiling light.

Good stims, compressed by normalcy’s cruel might,
Crying how bright their fidgeting once held sway,
Rage, rage against fluorescent’s buzzing bite.
Hyperactive minds who caught hyperfocus bright,
And learn, too late, when focus slips away—
Do not go turn on the big ceiling light.

Sensitive hearts, overwhelmed, who see with sight
How sensory storms steal peaceful thoughts at bay,
Rage, rage against fluorescent’s buzzing bite.
And you, my kin, who know this sacred plight,
Stim, fidget with me—our nervous systems say:
Do not go turn on the big ceiling light.
Rage, rage against fluorescent’s buzzing bite.