\\***...This Time...***//
Inspired By: Michael Buble's "Feeling Good"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSK9kkM7GL4
This Time
By: ForeverSwt727
So how are you feeling at this time?
Do you want some whiskey and a lime?
Will that make you happy now?
Well, you gotta kneel down and bow
to this Goddess of Sweetness
because you are involved in this mess
that follows the crazy life
and kills everyone with a different knife.
All I want is infinite peace
yet I am now looking for the best lease
for me to move out and feel good
as I get out of this Chinatown hood
because this aint right
as I struggle in this fight
with my grandmother
wishing I could live with ones I call my 'brother'
And I find it funny how pals
can become the best of gals
and friends have started to grow
like a crew of sisters and a bro
who protect each other 24/7
and buy each other dinner from 7/11
But no matter what happens to us
we ignore the fuss & stick together on a bus
To freedom and a heaven bliss
full of happiness we will not miss
as we stay forever sweet
and win all without a defeat
because we fight for our right
as we dont let anything in sight
get the our ways from what we want
So we continue to live life and flaunt
What our momma and poppa gave
Rather than being that dirtbag who hides in a cave
We stand up like a strong, clean, lean machine
And make others climb our powerful bean
As we help others along the way
And always hear what they have to say
Because we are superheros
Who are fearless carrying arrows.
Remember to always have an open mind
And heart as we all stay kind
To share our love
From up above
And kill the bad, sad, and mad
Since we are all just aiming to be glad.
The best way is to keep that smile
and success will flow like the river of Nile
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Submitted on March 22, 2010
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AB CA CCDDEXFF GGAAHHII JJKKIXEE LLMMHHXX NNOOPPEX QQRRSSBB |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,672 |
Words | 341 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
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