papa puts the gag in my mouth
with a stern look and a sharp word
and i believe no part of me is ever allowed
to be heard and i soon discover
he’s not looking to find
the parts of me that only need to speak my mind
the unchained parts of me lay claim and brag
but deep inside believe they’ll never have
the power to bite the hand that holds the gag
and though my true and honest nature wants to melt it away
it’s like acid which will eventually be the way
i’ll come to think and have been known to say
and up until the last complacent breath
he draws on his last uncomprehending day
papa has the means to make that gag stay