In a town where I once lived was a woman who as her bank account allowed gradually increased the size of her breasts until they became the talk of the town. Her need became all encompassing and she sought surgeons who had lower prices but inevitably they also had lower skills. After her final operation she developed some complications which led to all the previous work being removed leaving her flat chested and flat broke.

As humans we evaluate each other on basic levels when we first meet and no matter how hard we try to be open hearted our animalistic reactions will always have first say.


Sad face from a bucketful of news that the old mans leaving cause you had to make him choose
So he went for the the double D he would every time your poached eggs don’t cut it when he has to decide
Now its off to the doctor the moneys in the bag
Enough to get started so the twins don’t sag
More than an eyeful enough to impress
She wants some reaction to her self made chest

So here’s to you and here’s to me with these silicone injections we could almost be three
She says take time then take some more you could be like David Livingstone just out to explore
They’re a marvel of science a plain faced fact always pointing forward so you don’t look back
Bound to get noticed lots of sneaky stares a joy to behold for all those who care
Now its back to the doctor now that money allows
To add a few more inches to really make you proud
Its obviously working heads are turning spinning round
Just make sure you keep your balance keep your feet on solid ground

I am not a man of conscience I can ignore words and jears I am laughing at their comments your fighting back the tears
But nothing really matters its your happiness we need there are no preconceptions despite the show of greed
I will welcome you whenever you decide to grace this place come home to us mother be proud to show your face