Tattoos

“Body art” some call it,

“A statement of one’s inner self.”

I get that

Even though it’s not for me.

When pressed or teased

To bow to pressure

I just shirk and shake my head

Politely indicating, “let it be.”

 

Often the result of pressures

Spurred on by misguided youth.

Clouded judgement fostering regret

In later days.

Morphed to vague obscurity

If one must know the truth as

You squint your eyes

And turn your head sideways. So,

 

Think a little,

Think a lot,

“What tattoo should I get?”

Then, go ahead with head held high

And live with it without regret.

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