Fake Boobs

Fake Boobs
(04/12/2004)


What do you do with those fake boobs?
They lead the eyes nowhere but out.
Skinny arms, low body fat,
I have no doubt
you weren't born with all that!
My silicone sister, you sold out
to stick out, but hold out
for love and make him share his feelings.
They're hidden behind what he's concealing
in his shallow requests
about your breasts.

Fake boobs scream out,
"Hey, I needed fixing!
Couldn't do it on my own."
But look how you've grown...
This is all too philisophical.
It's anything but logical,
although I see the math
in your 1 and 1 and 1 make 3.
Distract him with toys
and you won't have to be
smart or funny or nice to the boys.

But, hey, let's keep this positive.
I'm wise enough that I forgive.
Your boobs are there and that's ok.
Those mountains won't get in the way
when we go deep
and speak from inside
about things that really matter,
like love and peace
and the dreams we hide
beneath the endless chatter
on money, possessions, and what They said.
You're ok. You're beautiful --
But you always were,
for the flaws you saw
were all in your head.

So pick 'em up and move 'em out.
Give those doggies a Rawhide shout!
When flesh fades away,
your implants will stay,
a tribute to beauty and sacrifice,
ceremonial mounds
on which we'll think twice
about who you were
before you were gone.
But enough about then.
Enough about them.
Let's move on...
Be with me now
and be who you will.
I'm here to support you,
human to human,
judging eyes still.