Analysis of Fucking Lies
Greg Roundtree 1961 (Georgia)
“Fucking Lies”
I shot my woman’s lover, then laid him in his grave. Deep beneath a cypress stump, forever there he’ll stay!
I turned to her and said these words “You bitch you fucking lied! You had to know that this would end, in murder suicide!”
An as she turned to runaway, she never had a chance! I pulled the trigger once again, an ended our romance!
On bended knee’s I bowed my head, just as the hammer fell! I knew the price that I would pay, eternally in Hell!
So when your getting married, be sure of what you say. Don’t ever tell a fucking lie, on your wedding day!
By G.R.
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 101 1111101110111010101010111 111001111111011111111101010 1111110110101110101011101001 1101111111010111011111010001 11110101111111101010111101 11 |
| Characters | 604 |
| Words | 115 |
| Sentences | 12 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 7 |
| Lines Amount | 7 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 63 |
| Words per line (avg) | 16 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 441 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 113 |
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