mannequin

mannequin 
i cannot win
why is this a thing
i walk by you at the mall
you make me feel so small

It's one of those days where really I just want to talk about mannequins and just put a 1/4 attempt at writing the poem.

Now that I walk through the mall everyday on my way to and from work, I'm worried about how it's affecting my brain and what I think (or know) about the female form -- I'm seeing a lot of naked mannequins.  Lol.  Will my male brain's love of nakedness override the surprise of seeing a real naked lady that doesn't look at all like a mannequin?  Peace out.