What u think of this poem i done wrote? Stunning highway madness

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What u think of this poem i done wrote?

Stunning highway madness from my elbows to my spine.
The aristocrats, they asked me if I’m having a good time,
But they all still slithered through their muddy cathedral doors
On the night of our first meeting in the showers of July.

Can you hear the humble men made from rocks cracked down by time?
Or crooked toothless grins brought on by birdsong in the sky?
It’s sad that you still carry the burden that you were born
I left it long ago in the murky mess of time.

Stop now all your singing,
Your pathetic celebration
Stop the parties in the dark
With trumpets, dimly playing

You cannot trace your bony fingers down the avenue.
If there was a God, I’m sure that he would never talk to you,
So why do you persist that he told you that your fate
Was to cut off both my ears and then tell me I’m okay?