My twelfth poem for National Poetry Writing Month uses the prompt from Napowrimo.net—to write a poem incorporating alliteration and assonance. I think I did better with the alliteration than the assonance, but here it is…

As though they thought no one would notice

Asinine authoritarian airheads
heave wholly horrible homilies
as paper paupers protest proletariat pinheads poncing about

When watching one winched wriggling wildly
from fracas fomented for formality’s sake
proper perspective pales

Repetition wrenched
from rigidly wrought regimented arrangements
rends the air agonistic

Silence sounds like nothing else
you will ever endure

(12 April 2017)