Being unimpressed with your tatts isn’t the pits
but there’s a bit of selective cynicism back of it -
tattoos are blasé man, a yawn and boring at its
best iteration; so what is it behind macho geste
needing you to be marked so for life man - with
no way out of it barring laser treatment - or is it
exactly that - a grotesque feint of fate you wear
as gesture of irascible distain for the ordinaire
blend with one tenth of humanity so beset in its
‘tattoo-land’ you joined a clique whose ‘choices’
were to be different, yet at best so brazenly the
same it amazes no-one comments about it; but
there you go in your au fait quest for originality
© 16 August 2014, I. D. Carswell
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