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The Way It Is

I’m not the most observant guy
To say the least. If I tell you I
Could pass a boulder in the hall
Secure in my habitual
Oblivion, you needn’t doubt it.
Although to be fair to myself about it,
A nipple-hint in a blouse or dress
Is a little thing I’ve yet to miss.