Analysis of LUCK CUNT-RY MAGIC
LUCKY CUNTRY MAGIC
Tuesday, 20 June 2019
I walked down Martin Place to revisit ole Sydney
Shame crept upon me that stayed with me
Old Sal was shopping at her favourite skip bin
Carting her shoppin’ trolley with she has within.
Ole Dave from the mission sleeps at the library
More and more old folk’s s sleep at the art gallery
Out in the cold there are so many who are old
Most of them know well to move on as you’re told
No one gives a dam in this lucky Cunt-ry
Fab if you’re rich but it is pure hell if you’re poor
Every one who’s rich will show thee the door
Great pretending cold charities pretend they care
Like vacuum cleaners suck up rich cash everywhere
All follow suite in that union of crime
Pretending they care but have little time
Budgets are low so most have to go
Profit from their misery as we all well know
Down in Green Square right on the crossing
Behind the transformer old Len turning and tossing
Under his brolley he hides from the rain
Freezing conditions until he feels no pain
Waiting to die like so many in the city
Lucky Cuntry Magic not very pretty
I walked down Martin Place to revisit ole Sydney
Shame crept upon me that stayed with me
Scheme | xx AAbbaaccdddddeeffgghhaaAA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10110 101 1111011010110 110111111 1111010111 10011011101 11101011010 1011111101100 100111110111 11111111111 11101011011 111111111111 10011111101 101011000111 11010111110 1101011011 0101111101 101111111 101110011111 101111010 0100101110010 101111101 10010011111 101111100010 1011011010 1111011010110 110111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,181 |
Words | 223 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 25 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 467 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
About this poem
A poem of mysery of true to life Sydney style is not the ruddy Lucky Cunt-ry its pure evil & greedy corrupt rich kill their poor with neglect, no proper hospital treatment long waiting lists rich have it good but it is hell to be poor in Australia, its the worst imaginable, rich are allowed to kill us with neglect &no one gives a!!!!!!!
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