Tattoo - Poem by David McLansky
How could you put a dragon there
Just above your pubic hair;
That inked perfection so neatly drawn
Does not improve your pubic bone;
It’s symmetry does not advance
As you saunter, as you dance
As slips down your underpants,
This mythic bird does enhance;
Why let your body be
A canvas to mythology,
When your flesh alone is bliss
The swells and shadows of your hips?
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