Senseless Sunday Sarcasm ( a not-quite-right #poem )
As I walk through the forest of my life
unraveling the brambles of my thoughts,
questions passing through a weary mind,
look toward another year of drought.
.
The machete of a brain that once retained
a sharpened edge no longer cuts my path.
I sit among the fallen leaves and ask,
Why do hemorrhoids have to plague my @$$…butt.
.
My forest thickens, light dims from my eyes,
The pancakes that were once my melon breasts
beg to know the reasons why I thought
bras changed the gravity upon my chest.
.
If I could do it all over again,
A bra-less, playful person I’d become,
moving through the branches of my trees
instead of sitting so much on my…bum.
Sitting … they say is the new smoking *gasp* note for you both. If braless you’d gone, long before then; knee tickling nipples would have been the order of the day. You would be rolling them up to put them away. Like my husband rolls his morning smoke you’d be shaping them to be in a bra comfortably. (the last word was a joke). You made my Sunday smile appear.😇😆
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LOL!!! I’m shaping these pancakes into a bra to be comfortable, and I rarely went bra-less. 🙂 There’s one truth we human forget: We can’t change what gravity does to our bodies, we can only suspend it for a while with plastic surgery.
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or hide it in contraptions so we are not what we seem…
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I’m going for comfort at home and minimal restriction in public. 🙂
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Yes, wrong. So very wrong. But yet still so well done. What do they say about Wisdom being lost on the youth? 50/50 hindsight?
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HaHaHa That was fun!
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Thanks. 🙂 I’m glad you know of where I speak.
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I do! I do!
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🙂
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I just threw out all my bras – better late than never😉
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Great news! Maybe one day companies will get the message and stop creating implements of torture (aka corsets for the breasts). 🙂
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