I’m staring at you
You marked up your skin
With all those tattoos
They’re up to your chin
It doesn’t make sense
They don’t belong
Pictures and names
They’ll never be gone
When did it start
All those tattoos
Why did you want them
Could you not refuse
What sort of profession
Can you ever choose
Where can you work
With all those tattoos
Women joined in
They’re getting tattooed
Not where they’re hidden
They’re where they're viewed
Beautiful paintings
Picasso created
But not on the body
You've now desecrated
By, Randee Saber 6/27/06
