Bugging Balls

bugging eyes
You couldn’t keep your hands off me
But now, I’m a bug
You scratch your head and gaze into empty space
As you try to call back to memory
From which of your adventures in the wild
I’d clung unto you
Yes, I must have clung tightly unto you like thorns
You probably didn’t want to deal with the pain back then
So you let me be

Everything happened so fast
You were not in control one bit
You suspect those dancing eyes of mine
Perfectly rounded like the head of a lollipop
Bulging, threatening to pop out of their sockets
They must have tricked you in, that’s the trap
You’re sure there’s something,
Something dark lurking in those giant balls
Sucking you in with voracious intensity

Anyways, you’re on your way out
Or are you on your way in?
Hurrying into another spell with open eyes?
That was how you lied to yourself
That you were finally free
From the stranglehold of the bosomy
And the fetters of the voluptuous
Yea, those were the ones before me
I wonder what in this new catch worked the magic
And how long it’ll be before it starts bugging you


Is This The Way forward?


1This is Italian MEP Mrs Ronzulli. She took her child to work on voting day in a sling, every so often bending to give the little munchkin a kiss on the bonce.2

This image has been around but I still LOVE it! I have never understood the anti-family stance of most companies and society in general. In my office of the future there would be a place for babies and toddlers to come to work with their parents of both sexes and also a space for pets. It would be paid for in part by the company and the people using the facilities.

I believe that a lot of companies are missing out on great people because of their daft approach to hiring a samey identikit profile of employees and making a big deal out of the fact that women who like to work also produce babies, (shock! Horror!

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