i.
A ventriloquist
When we were one
Putting words in my mouth
I didn’t mind
ii.
A mad ventriloquist
When we were some
Somedays, What Ifs and Maybes
Camo clad ventriloquist
A kid with a gun
We shared a sugar sack baby
iii.
Tired, sad ventriloquist
Even when we had fun
You spoke of days long after
Such a bad ventriloquist
When we were almost done
Mismatched lips, silence, and forced laughter
He doesn’t deserve all the power he has
Yet he remains my
Puppetmaster
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
i.
A ventriloquist
When we were one
Putting words in my mouth
I didn’t mind
ii.
A mad ventriloquist
When we were some
Somedays, What Ifs and Maybes
Camo clad ventriloquist
A kid with a gun
We shared a sugar sack baby
iii.
Tired, sad ventriloquist
Even when we had fun
You spoke of days long after
Such a bad ventriloquist
When we were almost done
Mismatched lips, silence, and forced laughter
He doesn’t deserve all the power he has
Yet he remains my
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