An angry poem - i want your feedback and reactions please

Blood  Oh how it runs Through veins and arteries Even as i write these puns

Some blood is bad Infected with hate But that blood has spill't In a mass much great 

In the heart of a lover  My blood now resides But where is her blood Returned bona fide?

She is my heart But i am not hers Her blood coinsides  In the comfort of furs

For i am not worthy Not in love or wealth  GO FUCK THIS POEM go fuck yourself