Lass, No More Bass Poem by John Sensele

Lass, long for me no more
I'm going far away from days
Your snore
Keeps me awake and strips my bludgeoned bays.

Lass, play no more your bass
My ears no more interested
In listening to twangs of your mass
Ensconced in moments stressed.

Lass, mend your ways
Before I trek back
To kiss no more sprays
Of a perfume stack.

Lass, days no more favour
Interactions and actions
That advance lances of an endeavour
Whose one trick poney slay affections and prays for rabid reactions.