Analysis of fUCK IT
fUCK IT, i KNOW U HATE ME
mY LIFE NEWAY AINT NUTHIN BUT SHAKEY.
WE BOTH KNOW YOUR FAKING
DONT HOLD BACK U GOT THEM IN THE WAITING
THE SHIT AINT REAL THE WAY YOUR BEHAVING
MY HEADS FUCKED UP MY BEDS FUCKED
UP
BUT I GOT TO SLEEP AND AINT BEEN HOME
KILL ME IF YOU WANT THEY WONT EVEN NOTICE IM GONE
| Scheme | ABBBBCDEF |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111111 1111111 111110 1111110010 0111011010 1111111 1 111110111 1111111101011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 299 |
| Words | 64 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9 |
| Lines Amount | 9 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 230 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 64 |
About this poem
SOMEONE WROTE IT, WANTED
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Written on August 04, 2019
Submitted by Krissyadams31 on October 03, 2021
Modified on April 13, 2023
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