‘v’ for ventriloquy HANA PATR ICIA R AJ HAU T E A
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, Keep your pretty little mouth shut. Read my lips from far away, Lest your tongue gets cut. If you don’t have anything nice to say, Lay your volume low. God forbid, you offend someway; Just play us a dumb show. If you don’t have anything nice to say, Cast yourself aside. When grins and laughs could be delayed, What use is silly pride?”
Yet my wily mind whispers Of its own right and wrong. Amid blaring, fervent streets— that is where you belong.
Silence invites smiles—yes; But my voice demands to be heard. Tomorrow—I swear, when twilight strikes, “Farewell” shall be my first word.
Well, mother, the time is ripe To do what must be done. A brand new act I will perform For now, an audience of one.
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