Tattoo
Many have tattoos
Including my own son
It’s no longer surprising news
Another has gotten one
Maybe I’ll get one too
A skull or barbed wire
On my arm I guess
For others to admire
With the tattoos there
I’ll wear short-sleeved shirts
And when others stare
I’ll be a rebel worse
I may also get a cross
Tattooed on my hand
And confuse them all the more
As to who I am
Some will show interest
In my signs displayed
And ask me what they mean
And I’ll be glad to say