Analysis of Address to a mother fucker

Touche parry thou literary
Cream of its cleek society
Does air the grace disparagingly
Devoid of all hilarity

Who cross the street by rapidly
Quite apt to do so happily
As if that solved a riddle
Of what was in the middle

And with as much disdain
To play a silly game
Had I spied me on the street
I might have done the same

No jig-poke now I say things clear
Saying as it is right here
Where hope is lost no purpose be
When poets bleat mere fantasy

Thus to the other side of me
Before the bloke 'availed' to flee
Projected I ahead of he
And harked this strain enjoyably

Just like the slinky squirrel
That ran around a tree
Only to find it squarely
On the other side of me

This fair willed raptured circus ride
As crabs do aptly at low tide
Scuttle somewhere safe to hide
To thee I must confide

I like it when there's two of me
I give myself some company
If I like it when there's three of me
It's rarely ever four

J M. Ippolito