The Affliction of Breasts

I see them
on my computer screen,
in magazines,
wearing strategically placed triangles like a parka,
it's far too much.
Bones that stick out,
begging for a Toblerone,
maybe some apple slices
to scrape their way down the tube and
into the holding chamber -
Jonah, being vomited out of the fish,
he didn't know what God made him for.

We laugh at them,
their cowed uteruses bulging out towards the camera,
lips parted in an attempt at a sullen flirt.
"HA! Hahahahahaha look at her,
it looks like she has a butt on her chest!"
"Swimsuit edition since when?
I would never wear that to the beach!"

Little do we know
that neither would she.