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One by one

I set off my poetic devices

I lit a simile like a Molotov cocktail

And threw it at the forces of poetic tradition

Hitting the sonnet, leaning on his crutch of rhyme

Leaving him riddled with third degree burns

The heroic couplet was true to his name

But I dropped free verse like napalm

Now he's a victim of my word fire

A lengthy epic tried to crush me

With his substantial weight

Yet I gave him a surrealistic sucker punch

Followed by a postmodern pistol whipping

Now he weeps on the floor

And I scream in victory

"Live now! Write Now!"