Poem or lamenting over disassociation?

Helpless harbinger of game and plight. broken, fallen, gin of hand, blind of sight, roasted skins pork of Q little singing pig gets his due. worthless black and mostly feathered crow, stands atop his cow, his peeping place and stead fast pan of dough. horns that lock and step over glass broken like fighting cocks. ring tail monkey climbs on top of the siamese cat just in time to see her devour her 21st rat. pollitican's speak with lying lips, while petting condors and taming babies into a careful but controlled bliss. beef of leg and burly brown in a skillet goes by pound. dead before and dead again the mighty flat possum on I-95 still keeps his grin. No you cant touch her now shes indiposed she drank too much and her butterfly froze, you geeks line up against the wall, I will tell when to speak or not at all. I have to go now cause people want my essential fluids. they will be denied cause my bodygaurd is mack the druid.