Saturday, February 1, 2025

poem

 The Ventriloquist

The therapists would have a field day—

Oh, it just allows him to share everything he’s

Heretofore never been able to say!


In the beginning it’s a barrage 

Of insult jokes and long suppressed 

Bitter truths. But that gets old.


One evening he comes onstage 

Without his wooden doppelganger 

All night, it’s gratitude and kindnesses! 


Yes, his lips seem to be moving

But everyone knows 

It’s only the thoughts of the dummy


2/1/25

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