This is the Dream Act pentameter. Ten
stressed rhythms of mixed verse rhymed
or unrhymed. It doesn't matter. They're equal.
Each foot has two beats and like a Spider,
five feet. Iambic, trochaic, unstressed
or recombined, give and take, a spondee
no less. Change it midstream. What is left now?
The last six lines. Oh, what a mess.
Internal Rhyme! There's only one Answer.
Hop Hopinionated on your Future?
Invent your own drum, loyal to the Muse
of your Decade. Break Sonnets if you choose.
Your Rhythm will make all the Difference.
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