I know everyone loves and admires my breasts, But really. I often wish I didn't have them. Imagine how much lighter I would be, "Unsexed" as Lady Mac says, Able to leap chest-first into each day Without concern for being bruised. Would I be more ambitious Had I been born a man? Not dragged down and strapped in By these 34Hs? I admit, though, they do provide a sort of power When I unbutton the right buttons. A cushion of comfort as well. A buffer between other people and my heart. Ah, well. Stuck with the softness, I suppose. I know they are sexy. But really, people-- They are mostly fat.