Bob
i'm the dummy
she's the ventriloquist
she's the one
that moves my lips
my words
are defined
by her
i'm a vessel for
her to fill
to overflowing
i keep babbling
even when she's
drinking
wine
though my words
slur to slow
showing
sign of
dribble
from my mouth
i was never
one to hold
my liquor
but she
holds me
up and keeps
me propped
so i can
slosh my
drunken thoughts
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment