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

musei do not know?

♡Like0

Poem

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.