Poor Skin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Poor Skin
Poor skin
Once tattoo meant too much
Shaped a sign, not design
The master’s inked-needle
Climbed deep in skin…
The owner’s slogan:
“I am rebel, I am wild, even am crazy…”
No one said: “criminal.”
But did say:
Watch your yourself, no messing…
Not with me.”
Like drones as soldiers
Our tattoos are sissy…
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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