Tattoo

by

Phil Pochurek

It’s amazing the interest that’s sparked
The curiosity piqued
When the word Tattoo gets mentioned.
From fasination and awe
To disgust and mistrust
At the thought of even having the intention.
It’s not just sailors and carnies anymore
That’s having ink done
It’s the last person you’d expect
Or even someone you respect
Hell it could be the minister’s son.
It’s permanent art on a canvas of skin
Separating you from all the rest,
From a rosebud draped across grandmas ankle
To a singing Elvis across uncle dad’s chest.
It’s funny where people will put a tattoo
Either private or out to be seen,
And when you don’t understand what they’re trying to say
You can always ask them what it means.
I’ve waited a long time to get my ink done
To make sure it’s exactly what I wanted.
Then I had to decide if I wanted to hide it
Or put it out somewhere it could be flaunted.
I think in private is where the first on should be
Then no one will know that I have it but me
And when someone asks if I have a tattoo
I can smile and say yes
But I’m not showing it to you
I did it just for me
It’s my tattoo.

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from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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