Poem My mother never hugged me when I was a boy

This is not as serious as it sounds. Psychologists seem to blame the parents for everything. You have to stop somewhere and take responsibility for yourself.

My mother never hugged me when I was a boy

I could have been a writer,
a fighter,
a go-on-all-nighter,
but my mother never gave me a hug when I was a boy.

I could have been a genius,
a "do you think he's seen us?",
a known face,
a leading light in the space race,
but my mother never gave me a hug when I was a boy.

I would still be married,
all my sex would be unhurried,
I'd still have my cat,
I wouldn't be so fat,
but my mother never gave me a hug when I was a boy.

My plans would have become reality,
my path would not be insanity,
but my mother never gave me a hug when I was a boy.

I would have been good at maths,
I would have made far less gaffs,
I'd be admired, and liked
and people would laugh
like their drinks were spiked,
but my mother never gave me a hug when I was a boy.

My hair would be thicker,
my thoughts would be quicker,
I'd have a full-on tango-man
perma-tan,
but my mother never gave me a hug when I was a boy.