Analysis of Truly Professional
There lay a gigantic boulder sprawled in the middle of the street,
draped with an abraded finish of sparkling steel gray,
punctured at infinite spots of its body with a host of serration's,
left solitary on the road without traces of established identity.
A carpenter passing by thought of chiseling it to fine pieces,
with incessant strokes of his tapered hostile saw.
The gardener mused on embossing it with wild cactus,
entangling it with a plethora of thorny shrub and brilliant rose.
The sharp witted pilot envisaged its appearance with wings,
applauded himself for figuring out the supreme innovation.
The watchmaker felt like studding it with a jugglery of slender needle,
reinforcing its base with innocuous amounts of clockwork machinery.
The palmist had an impulse of engraving it with fine lines,
reading aloud chivalrously the waves of destiny hovering around its persona.
The chef of the hotel had a strong stare at it,
decided to lambaste it into dainty slices of fresh salad.
The archaeologist seemed to be reeling in waves of euphoric delight,
commenced to jot down notes regarding the very source of its existence.
The police on the street viewed it with gruesome disdain,
as it obliterated their visions of the flowing traffic.
Groups of lovers paid handsome tributes, assuming it to be an sacrificial altar,
inscribing their names with white sticks of chalk, red blood,
sketching their hearts with slanting arrows ripping through the core.
The writers pen filled sheets of virgin paper with innumerable lines,
portraying the glory of the inanimate object to all.
The most professional of them all was a hungrily starved beggar,
he didn't waste a minute pondering on the stone,
instead constructed his dwelling on the island of amalgamated rock,
slept all night in unperturbed tranquil,
within the rustic interiors of his rock stone house.
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Metre | 1100101010010101 11111011011 1011001111010111 1100101011010100100 01001011110011110 101011110101 010011111110 01011010011010101 011010010101011 0100111001001010 01111110111010 010111010001110100 010111010101111 10011011100100011010 011001101111 101110110101110 001001111001101001 011111010010111010 0011011111001 110100110101010 111011010010111101010 010111111111 10111101010101 010111110101010001 0100101001001011 01010011110100110 1101010100101 010101101010101001 11100110 01010010011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,849 |
Words | 303 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 5 |
Lines Amount | 30 |
Letters per line (avg) | 51 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 127 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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