My Silicone Boobs Started a Blog

I invested in them more than my own brain,
It’s the best business plan I could ever maintain.
But then the left hemisphere
Whispered right to the right: “Hey, look over here!
Our owner’s a hanger, a frame from the past,
All the charisma is ours at long last!”

My silicone boobs just started a blog,
Streaming on Stories: they’re real, I’m a fraud.
Discussing on Livestream they’re totally real,
While I’m just a side-product, biological slime.
They’ve got more subscribers than my brain cells can hold,
I’m forever in debt to my own chest of gold!

Morning check-in from a luxury clinic space:
“We are unique, we’re goddesses of grace!”
They’re writing long posts about “natural size,”
While I sit broke, with tears in my eyes.
They want to move out, buy a house of their own,
And leave me with the cat, completely alone.

My silicone boobs just started a blog,
Streaming on Stories: they’re real, I’m a fraud.
Discussing on Livestream they’re totally real,
While I’m just a side-product, biological slime.
They’ve got more subscribers than my brain cells can hold,
I’m forever in debt to my own chest of gold!

They argue with experts on looks in the threads:
“We grew on our own! Look at mom’s genetics!”
And during all this, I just stand to the side,
A useless eye-witness to their ego-trip ride.
The irony is, in this glamorous sphere,
I’m just a case for two tits on the air.

My silicone boobs just started a blog,
Streaming on Stories: they’re real, I’m a fraud.
Discussing on Livestream they’re totally real,
While I’m just a side-product, biological slime.
They’ve got more subscribers than my brain cells can hold,
I’m forever in debt to my own chest of gold!