A poem like an embryo begins in the mind,
more than often conceived in the blind.
Created and born of a kind.
Its nature set and defined.
It is formed with love and birthed in pain.
Predetermined when born, its destiny to maintain.
Whether great or less its genes do contain
the course of it\'s future campaign.
After birth, its appropriateness may be adjusted,
but its character can be trusted
to uplift or leave those that see it disgusted,
no matter how many times it is dusted