Onomatopoeia or illiteration
It's the power of words that require concentration
Power comes with the patience of being the next patient
Then the world rewards you with a present so gracious,
It's astounding, the vacant basement of an agent
That's stationed adjacent to the order, his placement's spacious
The information he holds, can be the one inspiration
That gives the motivation, the agent's true dedication.
I've come to realization the education is in relation
To the situation that laments, causes the hesitation
holding back the potential of an aspiring conversation
To spread the word of the chaser that runs from his nation
It's amazing the blazing trail that's left him as he's raising
the intuition inspiring the talent of the agent
His talent brings amazement, bringing him to his placement
in this world, and all the words places leaving you phased.

The moral here? The agent is you, and only your talent is as good as you make it.