Analysis of PRESS IDENT



Unprecedented
What a president did
On side pretended
Surprise intended
Pomp residents bid
Oppress indentured
Depression consented
Press indented
Suppress, ident hid

Prides dented
Be amended
Press demented
Attacks uncontended
Uprise, be ascended
To never again see prestige ended

Tribal with a cause, stay on course
Have no pause, shows no paws
Only claws, to rejects all clause
While sweat pours through pores
From shredding the false by force
That floors the flaws
As poor voice pour
Raw victorious roar
To great applause


Scheme AABBAXAAA ABAABB CDDXCDEED
Poetic Form
Metre 0100 10101 11010 01010 11001 01010 010010 11 01011 110 1010 1010 011 101010 1100110110 10101111 111111 10110111 11111 1100111 1101 1111 101001 1101
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 535
Words 89
Sentences 1
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 9, 6, 9
Lines Amount 24
Letters per line (avg) 18
Words per line (avg) 3
Letters per stanza (avg) 145
Words per stanza (avg) 28
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Modified by Hubbsify on November 12, 2021

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