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I am quite sure, that this poem is provocative and the content is debatable no doubt. Since I do not know any of you poetry soup consumers, none of what I am putting into the ether is meant in a personal manner.

Yes and speaking with Freud in phallic hand, my ex went to Harley Street, before she ran for divorce and 'ran for her money'.

Long live poetic licence.

Boob jobs and bomb jobs Sisters in arms those **** and those weapons of massive destruction sex and death go together in dynamics thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground of this life of this poem on which I’m allowed to feel strong and weak just the same at the same time or other places of mind Not unlike the bombers and boobers maybe who view bosoms and blow-up jobs as signs of strength and maturity feeling free when desperate signs and times should call for desperate measures action not words not boob bomb bust enhancement In the theatre of our thoughts on the surgical table in the euphemistic dramaturgy of holocaustic warfare and precise incisive operations bright neon lights cover up the darkness inside of us inside the vast realms of consumption consuming hypocrisy perversion envy and so they may shine spotlights on the difference and the differences in equality and opinion Plastic **** and erect stand up nipples tucked tummies botoxed facial facades oozed from shiny scalpels steeled galvanised armour represent our swollen clitoral phalluses of meagre mindlessness Skins consume the charioteers the chatelaines and prostitutes of commerce for a brighter future advocate by proxy exterminations those genocides killing humanity life dignity blinded by the shadow’s light Some tighten their skins some cannot save their skins are skinned alive when bloodstained medals shine purple hearts onto misguided proud uniformed chests tummy in chest out in the Forces and by the surgeons decree Breast enhancements cost money and so do wars and destruction or do they not really let stocks and shares soar to the sky and generate the wishes for bigger larger more swollen Egos portfolios milky glands so oiled in war Is the military-industrial complex not that busting panacea and miracle mirage so that gold grows on trees and wallets explode could it be prudent to recall from psychology the inferiority complex that drives so much of human pathology One hand feeds the other and would there be bombs without the need to enhance bosoms would there be boob jobs without the blood money of colluding wars some might declare that both bosoms and warfare are sexy quite shiny and glitzy rather titillating instruments in the same process They both shine coeval disorientation loss of balance somewhat round at the edges but ragged inside both straight in your groin and face and rather elusive of what lies underneath under cover Engraved in collateral destruction and fake posturing ablated breasts by shrapnel enhanced disguise with surgical prescription and precision the drooling drones and clones of our times preside over boobs blood guts and gore and they camouflage destruct sponsored by bankers and bonkers and the paradigm of greed The grim reaper measures she harvests beauty’s bounty glory masquerades mascara sexes up destruction regresses resembles yields economic satisfaction in glossy brochures in air raids shelters of the flights of fancy with yet another zealous strike or flash into the vanity’s heart of cosmetic deal ordeal denial Glistening scorched muted veils and cover-ups portray shabbiness on the money sided square of that equation at the broken circles radiating from across the chest the mammal glands the treasures of one world and then another linked by world view of so called progress science security fuelled engrossed and disembowelled by capitalism’s deepening depressing and depressed rewards Decomposing human flesh and matter under grave grave yards over grave yards on the poorer spewed out holographic consequence of madness **** **** up on minds and hollow shallowness wrinkles simmer into the lime light’s trenches when juxtaposed with tummy tucks It’s a glitzy world some cannot want not see for gorged out eye balls for the insane sanitation the two sided Janus headed perpetrating divisive and bank rolled monsters in greedy shiny suits and shameless armour Glitz boobs bombs and capitalism come with decisions and a price to pay conscience wealth poverty arrogance impotence lost perspective hedonism liberation indoctrination and they go along come with quite some heavy burden Enlarged tissues and options for choice big small healthy dying decomposing compassion feed the system tucked in swollen malnourished hungry scabby tummies lifted faces screams in horror for some basic justice charity on the other side of raving medal metal incision exclusion and provocation 24th July 2016

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