Tattoo
There’s a tattoo to eat,
There’s a body tattoo,
And there’s a tatoo for internet,
Tattoos for me and you.
Tattoo, I hate to say,
Is a tattoo which makes me sing,
I sing songs you’ll never like to hear
For they were songs bringing fear.
I love this tattoo at my hand,
Love to throw it in the ocean,
Give it to a scavenger,
for it's useless without a mate.
I’ve wanted to use him day and night,
Wanted to fulfill the promise of surfing time to time,
But fetching its mate is a work to do
For I’m born of poverty just like you.
Today, I’ll be saying good-bye,
To the tattoo that will always mark
A slow run of a slow fox,
Good-bye tattoo, Hello Bro.
