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What My Inner Voice Told Me Simon Says
My inner voice, is a two-faced bard,
That takes all credit when a win is starred.
But slinks away and hides when the outcome,
Doesn't match what it said, what's to become.
Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage?
Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage?
It can be so assertive when it has brace of winners in the bag.
Who am I, to shun the chance to cheer a winner's brag?
Your inner voice learned to mimic all your plays,
It's like just a ventriloquist in so many ways,
With you pulling the strings for its 'Simon Says' and 'Nays'.
'Tis the script behind the curtain that the prompt obeys.
Simon Says: "Jump",
Simon Says: "Sit",
"Stand" - Ah Hah!
Gotya! There!
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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