Analysis of Working

So tired, going to find me a chair.
Then look off into nothing, and stare and stare
I can feel every beat of my heart
Never, no end to work, goes on even in the dark.
Can I make it one more day?
He is broken, beaten; so everyone say.
My bones wear out from the outside in,
If I do sit, I have to get right back up again.
Stomach hurts, just a hollow pit.
Mouth so day, can't even work up spit.
My cheeks are flushed,
My hair unbrushed.
Eyes sunk back into the socket
Got to get from here to there, fast -- like a rocket.
Knees sharp with pain, same with my back.
Still pushing forward to take up the slack.
Trying to be so much to so many.
Even with overtime, not enough left to feed a bunny.
Feet! Hurt, swollen! They flat and wide.
Put them in a separate box when I die.

Poetic Form Etheree  (20%)
Metre 1101011101 11101100101 1111001111 1011111110001 1111111 1110101101 111110110 1111111111101 10110101 111110111 1111 111 11101010 111111111010 11111111 1101011101 1011111110 10110101111010 11101101 1100101111
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 753
Words 159
Sentences 17
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 20
Lines Amount 20
Letters per line (avg) 29
Words per line (avg) 8
Letters per stanza (avg) 579
Words per stanza (avg) 159
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Submitted on April 11, 2011

Modified on March 31, 2023

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