Analytical Chemistry of Progeny

My bawdy spirit is innate —
A legacy from my Dada —
His crude jest bestowed on me
The sparkle of obscenity

My noble mother’s legacy
Melancholy — passion — ardour —
Curbed by gentlewoman’s reins
Exiled from castle — spoilt gentility I am — gleaming fruit at the tree top
Fulfilment — brilliant design
Of a thousand-year-old marriage manure Genius — idiocy — filth — purity

Whether you love it or turn up your nose Whether it pleases you or not
It grows — develops — pops off the tree Circling ball — nude in stockings

What is necessity — Lala! The world — What Brooklyn Bridge —
Glass-blackened waves and foam.