Analyze This

For you who with chairs and whips will torture
This is my gift
     To you
     Two you
Sorry if I’m too vague
I do apologize (said in French
Though I’m not that, nothing in my life
applies to)
   This poem
   This too, to this poem
And eye[sic] challenges[sic] any
      all but youse[sic]
Leaps[sic]!
   Soar and like the innards of hollow men
  rEaRrAnGiNgLy
   [no sic there, you’re sic[sic]]
I have brief columns of light showing kingdom
     And other kingdoms where you die in life
Wait, not yet! Don’t go.
   Oh this mood
     that mood won’t do
Vex me to angry nightmares
    But I’m not angry, drat, I’d rather be
   a Pagan? No…anyone
Ah,

   only my noone and etcetera will understand my l(a

NOTES: Spacing didn't turn out the way I want...