assonance

dear dad used to yell...

with that bull like bell...

of threat in his voice...

Why...

i'll kick yer ass...

clean up between...

yer shoulder blades...

I'd envision that...

'tween what I wanted...

to do...

and can't...

and then...

I'd tow the line...

I think of now...

where is the line...

the kids go on...

and do as they...

damn well want...

and ain't it...

a pretty world...

we got...

new school...

and all...

of that...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015