I know u all fucking think im some kind of joke around here, but i tried esp hard to make a real bad poem here, so any commentary would be appreciated

The fire said many things:
Look at her face. She is on the brink
of telling him all her secrets,
like a firefly calm in the palm of his hand.
Look at her face. She is on the brink of laughter for
the absurdity of the situation
They are so far apart, and should be fucking.
Look at her face. She is subtle in her expressions,
But her potential for joy is beyond the measure
Of a retard's joy at an Oprah show.
Look at her face.
There is a cigarette between her lips.
She seems so confident
In her inhalations,
but alas, she does not want me to see it,
a tear begins to form in her eye.
I go to her, take the cigarette from her lips,
Wipe the tear from her cheek
And rise.