Analysis of She Loved Me For My Money
I filled the bathtub to the brim; with a solution of my crystalline tears,
She entered; cleansed her blotted hands in the same; exited as phlegmatically as she had come.
I eccentrically plucked infinite hair from my scalp; throwing them in a heap on the cold floor,
She swept the same with uncouth ease; into the hollow realms of the fetid dustbin.
I peeled intricate arenas of my skin; with fresh blood oozing out from my wounds,
She roasted them with salt curry; consuming the appetizing delicacy for nocturnal supper.
I banged my fist hard against the formidable wall; developing a plethora of fractured bone,
She frigidly tread on the same; exerting unrelenting pressure from her large feet.
I inscribed her name on my bare chest; with the chiseled end of a dagger,
She laughed boisterously witnessing the same; confronting me with a volley of expletives.
I presented her with a bunch of fragrant rose; at the onset of every dawn,
She tore the petals with meticulous proficiency; saving the raw buds as natural manure for the plants.
I stripped of bulk of my clothing; to cover her in the abysmal freezing winter cold,
She shrugged of the same with intrepid nonchalance; to cover her pet sleeping peacefully beside the fire.
I ran marathon distances in the sweltering sun; to fetch her cool water,
She held the glass for a minute in her hands; spilling its contents completely to blend with disdainful mud.
I carried her unfathomable distances in the desert; when she was unconscious and in tumultuous anguish,
However the moment she woke up; she gave me a cheeky smile; spitting loads of saliva on my face.
I fed her like a child when she was ill; contracting lethal virus in her blood,
She bludgeoned me with poignant slaps; mutilating my persona; the moment she acquired back her reservoir of strength.
I worshipped her like a sacrosanct deity; fantasizing about her all monotonous day and night,
She kicked me in my rear like a slave; commanding me to kiss her toes.
There was a time when I was blessed with bountiful riches; she then loved me like nobody else,
The tyranny of fate today had rendered me exorbitantly penurious; with meager savings to my credit,
She had always admired me for my affluence; my insatiable gluttony for embellishing her with gold,
And at the reigning moment when I was haplessly struggling on the solitary streets,
She wanted me to relinquish breath; as much as she had once upon a time; superficially loved me.
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Metre | 110101011001011101 11010101001100111111 11110011111010011011 11011111010101101010 11100010111111101111 1101111001001001000101010 1111101010001010001001101 111101010010101011 101011111101011010 11110001010110101100 10100101110110111001 1101010100010010011110001101 1111111011000001010101 111011010101110011010001010 1110100001001110110 11011010001101100101110101 1100010001000010111100010010 1001011111101011011010111 11010111111001010001 1101110110010100101010101011 11001010010010001010100101 11101110101011101 110111111100101111111 0100110111011100110101110 1110101111001010010010100011 01010101111100101001 1101101011111110101100011 |
Characters | 2,462 |
Words | 424 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 73 |
Words per line (avg) | 16 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 131 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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