Lizzy Burnam 🐞

Ain't that the gimmick?
There, the ventriloquist in her element, 
tooth-locked like a good egomaniac 
waiting to be asked. 
So where's all that sorcerer and dare-to-say-it
who made me? 
These busybody fucks
with loose screws in their jaws and shoulders. 
You can talk all you want
but nobody's tearing an ear off 
just to hear that grizzled tune. 
Go on, shrug along then. 
Tell the dead I said good luck 
choking through that last punchline
with a poltergeist 
stuck like a blood clot in your throat. 
Who's the dummy now, eh?