Anyone feel like rating my poem?

[Jingle Blues]

if you want to, i mean. no big deal.


Once upon
a long time ago
a boy,
above ground,
lay down with guilt
in an irregular way.
Greetings, says he
To the figures in red.
Take me, he says
Take me, new friends
To a blossoming place
Blistering palms be damned,
much like the land
I leave behind.
pleease...........
thank you, friend