Analysis of Nobody’s Son
Joseph Clark 1996 (England)
I’m nobody’s son.
Nobody’s lover.
Nobody’s fun.
I feast upon the sadness,
lick the spoon clean of grease
and feel it smear across my cheeks.
I’m nobody’s son.
Nobody’s partner.
Nobody’s fun.
It’s as if my body is a picture frame.
It hangs on the wall for gleeful ambience
and reflects a repulsive embrace.
I’m nobody’s son.
Nobody’s fucker.
Nobody’s fun.
My hands are strung up on puppet strings,
I’m pulled every which way - ripped to shreds -
double shred. And fuck my dreams thereafter.
I’m nobody’s son.
Nobody’s lover.
Nobody’s fun.
Scheme | ABA xxx AbA xxx AbA xxb ABA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111 110 11 1101010 101111 01110111 111 110 11 11111010101 11101110100 001001001 111 110 11 111111101 1110011111 1010111010 111 110 11 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 593 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 18 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 58 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 13 |
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Written on June 12, 2023
Submitted by joec.81222 on June 16, 2023
Modified by joec.81222 on June 16, 2023
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