I wonder whether these public loo feeds offend her
‘Cause I'm getting tired of discretion and being polite
As my baby's first sips are drowned drenched in shite
I spent the first feeding months of her beautiful life
Feeling nervous and awkward and wanting everything right
Surrounded by family ‘til I stepped out the house
It took me eight weeks to get the confidence to go into town
Now, the comments around me cut like a knife
As I rush into toilet cubicles
feeling nothing like nice
Because I'm giving her milk that's not in a bottle
Which in the cocaine generation white powder would topple
I see pyramids, sales pitches, across our green globe
And female breasts--banned--unless they're out just for show
And the more I go out, the more I can't stand it
I walk into town, feel I'm surrounded by bandits
This is possibly a reference to the incessant advertising to which we are inundated with each day. 

Embarrassed