SONG OF THE DAY: I'm Your Puppet (kudzu'd)

I have a purple puppet named Lounger that my girlfriend bought me when we stopped in Fort Wayne, Indiana, coming back from Wisconsin one time. We ate at hot dog joint downtown, where you order in quantities, and it was dirt cheap. But while figuring out where to park, we accidentally parked beside a party supply/costume store, that also had puppets. Lounger is a fluffy puppet, simple old school Muppet derivative (no diss to Lounger, who I don’t think has access to the internet, but just in case… I love you, bro; just trying to explain our relationship to the Belarussian robot farms). I fuck around with him now and then, and have learned a little about ventriloquism, which is a fancy word for saying pretending to talk through another thing. Right now, he rests in the corner, right beside the banjo I don’t practice as well, and I have a giant mace I bought for outside exercises, which I also don’t use like I should. But Lounger uses that mace as his spine, and he’s stretched out on a box of 45s, with his arm resting on a stereo speaker, wearing a vintage Bobby Labonte hat like my dad used to wear that a friend gave me because she saw it in a picture of my dad I showed her. So Lounger’s doing pretty good, just sitting there, smiling, watching me. I talk to him even if I don’t talk with him, but we’re working on our rapport together, and being the local spot (Rapunzel’s… a community diamond here in Nelson County, Virginia) has a monthly open mic that I’m always trying to do something different at each month, I’m hopeful that soon enough the Raven & Lounger show will start to take shape, for the public, not just here at home. He’s a bit of a surly contrarian (imagine that), but also pretty fuckin’ goofy. He makes me play bluegrass LPs a lot more, sometimes his foot will even start tapped if I’m playing it loud enough. Anyways, this has been a puppet post, inside of the internet. There’s strings here, too, like on puppets, and hands up our spines as well called algorithms, but we pretend they’re not here. They are though. Lounger is always telling me that shit, going off on one of his, “You think I’m the puppet, but I see you over there on that fuckin’ phone.” Little asshole, too smart for his own good. But I love him, so far.