You Won't Feel A Thing
John Jessup Kennan 1953 (Pomona)
Under skilled benevolent guidance
Your blowtorch took my eyes
Necessary for me to see
We must all see I realize
I didn't even mind the pliers
To share your vision with me
Of a more compassionate world
Where nobody ever disagrees
Can this tongue you ripped from me be
Reinvested in the biz perhaps?
Are my eyeballs both deductible?
Can I write off both my kneecaps?
This is gonna hurt me more than this hurts you
You'll barely even feel the sting
It'll only hurt for a little while
Then I promise you won't feel a thing
I stand in this line indefinite
To find out in what line I should stand
We were designed to stand in lines
The fine lines of the glory of man
Stand in line till I reach the window
Where I'm told where my next line will be
Where I'll stand in line till I reach the window
This is our best destiny
The blue is under surveillamce
Time anymore don't bother to fly
In this neck of the woods
It would get shot right out of the sky
So drag your leg with the shadows
And limp wherever you are told
Life demands an arm and a leg
And now it's coming for your soul
Can this tongue you ripped from me be
Reinvested in the biz perhaps?
Are my eyeballs both deductible?
Can I write off both my kneecaps?
This is gonna hurt me more than this hurts you
You'll barely even feel the sting
It'll only hurt for a little while
Then I promise you won't feel a thing
© John Kennan 2-13-21
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Submitted by rankstranger7 on May 24, 2021
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | abcbxcxx CDEDFGHG xxxxicic ajxjxxxx CDEDFGHG x |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,348 |
Words | 272 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 1 |
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