Is my poem good?
''today was the greatest day of my life,the fucking shit i had been doing this time was a cluster of ass whiping my testicles into the sack with no merit other than bashing the wall unto the head of the court where i was fighting my drains up the mirror of truth, a satanic priest was looking to my eyes as i turned into a sphere of un-magical designing to understand the flaws of my only way to turn into the real self i had been watching from a cloud as i stroke the sound to my head and failed to contemplate the wind of a passage narrower than your average clock and the time well it was time to fear for what had been not seen and what had been unseen unto the passage of this road''
be serious