Analysis of Oh, Sewer Dove

You live in the sewer.
Gore, shit, vermin,
Well furnished.
A bed, a hairbrush,
And someone to talk to.

You were born to the sewer,
Vile.
Stringy hair, bubbling skin,
Deformity.
The sewer is too good to you.

Does the dove birthed to the sewer,
Blind, sick,
Deserve it any less than the rat?
Cold.
Can the dove fly again to skies, blue?

The sewer does not care for loyalty,
For fate.
The skies allow with open arms.
Unclipped wings,
The sewer dove refuses you.

Oh, sewer dove,
Why the sewer?

Oh, sewer dove,
Why the sky?