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Invisible Ink
Look,
It's a generational thing
Historically not accepted by my "people"
I admit,some of it is “taste”, a concept most inexplicable
I`m cosmically aware this pertains to a whole bunch of you
Ladies in the House,Believe me,I get over it at times crucial
Oh glorious Eros, I could cite some off-the-charts examples
I unflinchingly respect the rights of individuals
worldly enough to know roots of practice are often cultural
So dontcha take ANY of this personal…….
However,
although my pre-amblin’ disclaimer reflects the whole truth
I once more express, ad nauseam,my respect for rights to choose
I don’t have a whole lotta love for tattoos
I`ll go so far as to reveal I feel Our Temples they pollute
Those rings and things, I consider self-abuse
A confessed mini fascist , my kids all know they lose
privilege as dependents if they don beyond costume
I did once grant ear gauges, I can compromise, I`m partially cool
but, they are an extreme turn-off to me as a general rule
whew,
thing is, I believe we all display invisible ink
imprinted each time we sail pon wind or sink
just like rippling’ our brains when we actually think
Me? I`m the Illustrated man, covered in designs most unique
This first one , right over here , on my chest, dontcha see?
Well , that one my Mother applied most painfully
Mr. Peanut-Peanut Butter Maker was ‘sposed to sleep
Til my folks awoke and could supervise carefully
But damn, so obsessed, I woke him, and attempted to sneak
Production of just a smidge of that delicious nutty crème
I got busted so bad, mom grabbed the little man, as I screamed
Got on my knees, pled for his life as if he was immediate family
But we all know a good mom gotta follow through with decree
And just like that Mr. Peanut thrown out most unceremoniously
from that relatively insignificant event
I bear a permanent display, psychological evidence
I didn’t have the self-control to prevent
The loss of my top-hatted peanut most elegant
There`d be much worse to come, we painfully know
Life is a damn tough road to hoe
And us survivors bear the brunt of all that fate throws
Get a tat? I`ll pass, I`m branded head to toe
It's a generational thing
Historically not accepted by my "people"
I admit,some of it is “taste”, a concept most inexplicable
I`m cosmically aware this pertains to a whole bunch of you
Ladies in the House,Believe me,I get over it at times crucial
Oh glorious Eros, I could cite some off-the-charts examples
I unflinchingly respect the rights of individuals
worldly enough to know roots of practice are often cultural
So dontcha take ANY of this personal…….
However,
although my pre-amblin’ disclaimer reflects the whole truth
I once more express, ad nauseam,my respect for rights to choose
I don’t have a whole lotta love for tattoos
I`ll go so far as to reveal I feel Our Temples they pollute
Those rings and things, I consider self-abuse
A confessed mini fascist , my kids all know they lose
privilege as dependents if they don beyond costume
I did once grant ear gauges, I can compromise, I`m partially cool
but, they are an extreme turn-off to me as a general rule
whew,
thing is, I believe we all display invisible ink
imprinted each time we sail pon wind or sink
just like rippling’ our brains when we actually think
Me? I`m the Illustrated man, covered in designs most unique
This first one , right over here , on my chest, dontcha see?
Well , that one my Mother applied most painfully
Mr. Peanut-Peanut Butter Maker was ‘sposed to sleep
Til my folks awoke and could supervise carefully
But damn, so obsessed, I woke him, and attempted to sneak
Production of just a smidge of that delicious nutty crème
I got busted so bad, mom grabbed the little man, as I screamed
Got on my knees, pled for his life as if he was immediate family
But we all know a good mom gotta follow through with decree
And just like that Mr. Peanut thrown out most unceremoniously
from that relatively insignificant event
I bear a permanent display, psychological evidence
I didn’t have the self-control to prevent
The loss of my top-hatted peanut most elegant
There`d be much worse to come, we painfully know
Life is a damn tough road to hoe
And us survivors bear the brunt of all that fate throws
Get a tat? I`ll pass, I`m branded head to toe
Published 26th Jul 2012
| Edited 1st Aug 2012
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Anonymous
- Edited 14th Nov 2018 6:35pm
26th Jul 2012 3:22pm
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26th Jul 2012 3:26pm
Thanks Ms. M ---
I make sure to drive home the point that I
have nothing against them or the people who wear them.
They are just not for me. Im carrying WAY too many invisible layers psychologically ....
I make sure to drive home the point that I
have nothing against them or the people who wear them.
They are just not for me. Im carrying WAY too many invisible layers psychologically ....
Anonymous
- Edited 14th Nov 2018 6:35pm
26th Jul 2012 3:30pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 16th May 2018 10:05pm
26th Jul 2012 4:40pm
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26th Jul 2012 5:27pm