Rueing Tattoos

[Anti Federalist]

Rueing Tattoos

When young she was drawn to that skin-art taboo
of embellishing flesh with a tattoo or two.
Now time’s marching on and gravity’s struck,
her sweet chickadee is akin to a duck.
And that spry butterfly, as blue as the sky,
that graced blissful space at the top of her thigh,
has slid to the back of her kneecap—poor fella;
he mimics the corpse of a crushed caterpillar.
Her fair derriere was once blessed with a bee
and her breast bore the crest of the family tree.
Now the bee’s been consumed by a slackening crack
and the crest’s disappeared and it’s not coming back.

But the ugliest twist in this tale of dismay
is her svelte Siamese—now an obese Shar-Pei.

Susan Jarvis Bryant

[Anti Globalist]

Never was interested in getting a tattoo. Mother always told me if I got one, she'd kick me out of the house permanently.

[euphemia]

Gravity happens.