Sooner or later, I'm going to run out of things to say about poetry. Thankfully, though, we haven't reached that point quite yet. Internal rhyming is a tool which I enjoy greatly, and which can be found very commonly in rap, as its inclusion can direct the reader's rhythm and flow. In a poem that has meter, it can be used to improve the euphony of each verse when other devices prove too difficult to employ. In a sonnet, for example, I generally have difficulty using alliteration because of the iambic pentameter, so I've learned to start including internal rhymes to improve how each verse reads. Art Exhibition An aardwolf of artistic mind / Asked candid if I could be kind / To help his display / And said he could pay / He stripped as me soon as I signed / The piece was entitled "restraint" / With balls bouncing off of my taint / A cat on his knees / Gave my cock a tease / With the promise his face I would paint / Through rapture I had to resist / Stock still as my insides did twist / Then the canine popped in / And the crowd did begin / To applaud as I came—but I missed. Aardwolves are not canines, and for that, I apologize. They are, however, very smol, so it's hard to take them seriously when they're cross with you. Below is a sonnet on homelessness/gentrification, so please peruse at your discretion. This is a warning / Please don't read below this point / If it's not your speed. Gentrification Along the strip of stores we make our home, They shield us from the looming skies of grey; But by the state outdoors we're made to roam, For tourists fear the glooming, dying stray. They like to say we lack the will to work, Our laziness the source of all our woes; And yet my damaged back I cannot shirk, Nor can I bear the coarseness of my clothes. So why, you ask, are we so destitute? When all is lost, there is no room to climb; And she was born as cree, then prostitute, But disappeared, they say there is no crime. While some may laugh, for us it is obscene; we can't escape, as we do move unseen. -Charles Michael Averin