A Wanker's Graph

[Leanne]

Me and the placenta escaped
confinement where Debussy was pleasant
enough, with company from Chopin and co.

The teat while sweet and nourishing kept giving
issues in puberty, I deemed myself a tit-man -- semi-colon after puberty
at thirteen. Mother was replaced by girls
called Jenny, or Sue and disappeared, -- no comma after Jenny
though breast size stayed with me into adulthood. -- this is ambiguous.  It sounds like you're talking about your man boobs, or alternatively that you're learning to be a bra fitter (and not the remover we know you to be).  Instead, consider something about the importance of breasts rather than the size, or the importance of big boobs, or the obsession.  

Largess flowed into and flopped -- largesse
out of my hands; masturbation
an occupational therapy to keep
me in tip top condition. I'd spurt
over mum's Littlewood's catalogue three times a day
at least.

penis size never cropped up till i was sixteen -- cap P for consistency
"it's not very thick is it?"
when it was up her arse i asked
Is it thick enough now? -- and small i, with quotation marks -- be consistent, man!
she meowed like a cat and called
me a dirty cunt.

The next three decades saw the demise of libido;
three wanks a day from a good imagination.
Sex was a given and a taken, three or five times
a week; Like the breakfast bowl of cornflakes -- small l on like
always there to fill the hunger. -- although it wasn't intentional, I now have an image of you wanking into your cereal.  Thanks.

After that, the millennia shit it's pants -- just one millennium, and *its
and left me to Viagra; swallowed
like blue M and M's, they scared me with heart attacks,
worthwhile heart attacks that made one clutch
a blued steel boner with a smile. -- spectacular imagery, though I can't help thinking just "blue steel" would due to make it easier to say

An odd one's still flipped out; the race -- clever line break
horse of a cock still wants to please,
but is more interested in munching hay.