failing like never before

A Poor Villanelle

This is a rather poorly Villanelle which I wrote sometime in high school. I have no idea what I was writing about, but anyhoo, here it is for the world to ridicule.

Good Friend
Good friend, how does your mother fare of late?
They say you tend to her every day, yet
How does your honor of her currently rate?
Today you show her deference, yet hate
Was once the only thing that she would get.
Good friend, how does your mother fare of late?
Methinks you wish that she were dead, a fate
So good, your daily chores all well and met.
How does your honor of her currently rate?
Your livestock lives quite a similar fate,
No love in life, but fulfillment in death.
Good friend, how does your mother fare of late?
Your heart and actions are in great debate,
No love for her I see you have to whet.
How does your honor of her currently rate?
Too late you’ve shown her far too much hate,
She’s past gone loving you, and you of her .
Good friend, how does your mother fare of late?
How does your honor of her currently rate?