Mum, I Want A Tattoo
“Can I have
a tattoo mum?”
That was
the question I asked
and the
response was unprintable.
I only want
one or maybe three or four.
All my
mates have them
and most of
theirs are home-made messes.
I want a
proper one by a talented tattooist.
I don’t
want “Love and Hate” or “I love mum”.
I want a
panther or a soaring eagle.
I believe
it’s called body art today.
It’s so
brilliant: all I want is to be part of it.
Well,
bollocks to it, I’ll have one done anyhow!
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