unknown poem my own

Give him a ring to
He asked me but who
And these words blue
Not what originally did do
Was the fellow not true
Of the context through
An opalized bone was who
The crocodile had turned into
But for myself alive
Have navigated his fright
By having already landed
In an Ants nest twice
That I learned well true
What he'd done unto
The medicines and whose
Mind his wife
Was bequeathing herself into
Whenever a ring they did
The opalized bone through
He received from a father who
Built upon his nails into
Yet as for all four
Twists of hate wrenched through
The word ring he'd sing if he had to
Not one to my door
Nor
The many bent
Word endings they rent
As though able to
Survive by blaming who