Analysis of 2022
These are dire times I think I need some air.
Don’t ask me if I’m okay,
don’t ask me how I’ve been.
Don’t you know what’s going to happen,
don’t you see what it’s become?
Go get your friends and family,
and don’t forget the rum.
‘Cuz you’ll need it on the journey.
The journey that’s to come.
Say goodbye to your old life,
we’ll all celebrate with you,
With a firework from heaven,
and a headline in the news.
Scheme | ABCDEFEFEGHDI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111111 111111 111111 111010110 1111101 11110100 010101 11111010 010111 111111 111011 101110 001001 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 438 |
Words | 92 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 304 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 80 |
About this poem
Inspired by the events that have lead up to today.
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Written on March 11, 2022
Submitted by Bula.sua on March 11, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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