Bitter fruit

Scientists grew tear ducts
In a jar
Spent the day in mockery
Until they cried
A seldom kind of love
For their bastard child
Poked and prodded, niggled
Shamed, curtailed
Obedience praised until
The organism wept
The experiment, upon repetition 
Bore bitter fruit
Inconsolably weeping
With just a half an hour’s 
Earnest jests