Analysis of His thoughts rhyme
A bottom-nosed religion
I have no limits
To the dry whiskey of the
Alcoholic bottle
I sit amongst the trash
And I feel a breeze
What more is there to life?
What? Is there more to sorrow?
See? Something there lies
Because something reopened.
I’m not lying.
| Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJK |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0101010 11110 1011010 01010 110101 01101 111111 1111110 11011 0110010 1110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 259 |
| Words | 52 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 201 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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