Excuse Me , I Thought You Could Write(Splash Pool Submission Working with titles)

Confusion flies across the page
As if the words have lost their way
And originality has died
A run on sentence fell off the edge
committing suicide

you know not your assonance
from your consonance
Yet the script still prattles on
The coherent thought that should be there
Has all but left and gone

Your words look great upon the page
Roget would be so proud
Who cares about their meaning
Or how they sound aloud

Someone once spoke highly
I think that is was you
Expounding all of your virtues
I'd like to believe they are true
Yet one question begs to be asked
Do your laurels leave
black and blue ass