No Bad Baby

You're stealing my words, and I'm going to have to ask you to stop.
When you're not around, I'm Winston Churchill.
But when in your arms I.... darn.
You embezzle my syllables and I'm afraid I need them back.
I lie in your bed and try to argue my point....
with the vocabulary of a preschooler?
No....Bad....Baby?
I'm a dazzling lawyer in all courts but one,
Where does my voice go when it's gone?
Here we are again, the magician and his dull, wordless freak.
If this continues, you will never know my velocity.
Trapped inside a cloudy haze,
I shall never recover so long as you look at me that way.
It only sounds worse as my thoughts fight to get out.
Three syllables, two, now one is all I can manage.
No Bad Baby.