Denial is a natural for the anapest.
The tongue and mind in a one-two sprint
To the sudden, slam-burst of sound:
i did Not!
Blast and echo
Is the pattern
Of an accusation
Meant to turn the ear
From an anapest defense
To the dactyl of offense:
HE did it!
In two quick steps
The unshakably stubborn
Will push you out the door
With their anapestic vigor:
i will Not!
But the whiner will whimper
With the torture of iambs
elongated horribly, terribly,
i C A A A N’T,
i D O O O N’T.
The liar, ‘not ME’
And the doubter, “not HIM”
Will also favor the short iamb.
To stun and numb
Belligerence delivers the dare
With a one-two trochee punch:
TRY me.
MAKE me.
But for the truly outraged
under unfair accusation,
the choice will forever be
the shock wave of the anapest:
i am NOT!
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