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accENT upON the WRONG syLLABle NOW {poem}

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like THIS, like THAT! i WILL do ANyTHING
to KEEP this POem IN iAMbic FORM
shakeSPEARE would BE scorNING me FROM his GRAVE
but SCREW that, HE wrote HIS own RULES so WHY
can't I do THE same? OKay IT may NOT
be PROper PENtamETer AND those LAST
few LINE breaks WERE someTHING quite HIDeOUS
but WE'RE pushING onWARDS, riSING, fallING
bringING a NEW rhyTHM to EVEryDAY;
conVERsaTIONS and SPEEches WILL neVER
evER be THE same AND it WILL be GREAT!
if YOU hate IT at FIRST, get USED to IT
and TELL your FRIENDS the REvoLUtion's HERE
and IT won't EVen HAVE to RHYME, so THERE!
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I'd like to apologise for my complete butchery of the iambic pentameter and 14-line sonnet forms. Nevertheless, this is a poem about a new and fantastic way that we should all speak, and it is intended to be read aloud with an emphasis on every second syllable, hence the use of uppercase to denote this.
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