Assonance
My life is is assonance
No mints or common sense
It's dense without hints
Trapped in tents
Hints dropped like nonsense
Like vowels or consonants
These gents are what prevents
Presidents from dark intents
And events transpire to ignore precedents
Hesitance that invents supplements
For gents and when it finally relents
My life is assonance
Without pretense
It's suspense with self-defense
No offense but I'm feeling intense
My life is lost in assonance
Or maybe I'm just an ass granting pretense
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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