Analysis of Homophobia Not
What if he could tell?
He would utter with disdain
About the feces on his head
And that foul, unbearable scent;
A waste for a cologne.
You misguided fools,
Why should I push that little man in tubes filled with stool?
Little, but gifted for his size;
The purpose of my being,
The apple of my eyes.
The rough terrain call for a rubber suit
And polished rubber boots;
At least, that’s what they say.
A kiss from a damsel’s lips
Creates a lion from a log,
And rejuvenates a gloomy day.
Empathically I reasoned,
And unanimously concluded.
I would never force my friend to go in,
Not even to salvage this nightmare
I identified with life,
Knowing there is filth within those corroded pipes
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111 1110101 0101111 01101001 011001 10101 1111110101111 10110111 0101110 010111 0101110101 010101 111111 011011 01010101 00100101 1110 001000010 1110111110 11011011 101011 101110110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 668 |
Words | 125 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 22 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 539 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 125 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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