Someone wrote this poem - what do you think?

"Death was not lost with them," he said.


And then he said


that their fortunes weren't either.





And everyone said that everyone was that everyone was


And everyone was.


Like broken glass, tripped, stripped, and one pitch higher.


And everyone said that everyone was that everyone was.





And the buzz-boys like,


"Mi me ma mo mu


Have a dime in the falling dew"





"Death," he said again,


And then he drifted, again.


And I walked down into


Alabaster alleyways and into the simply to have.


Beatbox in subway tops and out of the out of the air.





And the buzz-boys like,


"Mi me ma mo mu


Have a dime in the falling dew."





Like hollyhocks and business clacks are all in the same business together man you know like we're all traveling down these corridors and we're all eating the same dead horse, and big man bureaucrats are like breathing down our faces and the rhythm of the rhythm is what you feel in your chest when you lie awake at night and when you lie awake in the light, and when I hear you sigh you hear them cry and that is what we got, man.





And the girl with the broken glass screamed.





And the buzz-boys like,


"Mi me ma mo mu


Have a dime in the falling dew


Have a time in the falling dew


Have a time

Someone wrote this poem - what do you think?
I love this! There is so much depth in your imagery. And the onomatopoeia is enthralling. Wonderful poem!!!!!!!!!