Possessed of a breast obsession,
Focused, all of my attention.
Instant comfort and nourishment -
Provided me with instant content.
Not for long - into this world sent
After my birth with that struggle;
Now presented with more trouble.
As I find out life is no game.
So let me return from whence I came……..
……… That was my excuse anyway………
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not about to disclose how successful I was… 😂 See response to Andy (Below) should any clarification be required.
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Clever Dave we men are full of excuses to get a peek or tweak. I think old Freud himself invented the Oedipal complex for this very reason. Maybe that is why so many women are hung up on mothering their men. Good write my friend
Cheers Soren and thanks.
I'm not about to rationalise or justify beyond what is there now.
You are welcome Dave there is no need to rationalize what nature provides.
Breasts should be on the national health, medicinal, mind you.
I must admit, I never noticed girls faces growing up, my eyes didn't look that far up.
Actually, not a lot has changed.
I manage it better now, i think. Particularly as my position in the life cycle means little or no urgency. However there is much hypocrisy surrounding this topic. Women who complain of being objectified should consider tucking them away a little more perhaps......
Dave, this balances irony and honesty well. The voice disarms, then admits the weight underneath, ending with a shrug that says more than it pretends to. Clever, human, and quietly pointed. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I'm not sure it is worthy of such praise Tristan, but I'll accept it willingly...😅
'Oh! Matron take them away'.
.........'I need to rest for a while..'
Fine write Dave and so true.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
My efforts here were twofold:
- Given my encounter straight out of the womb , it is impossible not to be to some degree fixated,
And.
- A sly confession relating to a proposition I may have used in an attempt to persuade a sweet lady to let me....(I was fairly young at the time!)
Brutal honesty in every line—life’s first lessons don’t wait, they hit like a cold slap. Felt that struggle.
Thanks Thomas. I feel your understanding...
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