Analysis of Ragged Experts

O' no! I am being stomped on by flaming battered boots,
surely I do not deserve this, I only spoke of love,
and now my fate is sealed by the ogres or are they gods!

I guess I should have recited something on mad chickens
or perhaps words about how Heaven spills rain to sweet earth,
it matters not now I suppose for I'm here in the pit.

My spirit is being torn to shreds by ragged experts,
they show me no mercy for I'm a very bad poem,
I will write about new potatoes now and roast them here.

I guess my birth was not worth it really for I am killed
by the big round eyes of high superior quality,
o' well, at least I have my pretty blue shoes to admire.