Why All The Tattoos?

By Cody Smith

 

 

- - ya see, everyone has tattoos, some wear them on the inside, some, like myself, choose to wear them on the outside... they’re your passions, your loves, some do it just because, but wether your a cut above, or in the gutter below, then i suppose that you know, you can go toe to toe, with an artist and a gun, some do it just for fun, so ya better not walk, jog, ya run, to the closet shop, but make sure to stop, and have yourself a think, go to the bar and have a drink, ask around, someone white, yellow, brown who has ink, but don't be a dink, and think, that you can be anybody, but the person in the mirror above the sink, ‘cause you're on the brink, of changing your life in a blink, and there's no turning back, laser surgery is whack, so keep your ego in check and watch how you act, cause it's a 100 dollars an inch, the feeling of a vice grip pinch, tough guys saying "it's a synch", it's no big deal, ya sit there and barely feel, a thing, except a little sting, like pulling a fat finger, off a wedding ring, but they're sadly mistaken, they’re cookin' their skin like bacon, and there's no way you'll be faking, their way through the pain, it's insane, waves of intensi-ty shootin' through your brain, . . . - well, apparent-ly as you can see, that hasn't happened to me, I've spent roughly 63, hours in a chair and I don't care, if people stare or glare, or turn away in disgust, I just trust, that this sheet of metal won't rust, I'll never be sick of it, and I'm legit, with these words that I spit, and if you say "I don't believe you" then I just don't give a hit, with an S in front, this ain't a verbal stunt, and I don't mean to be blunt, but if you wanna act like a cunt, you'll be hit with the truth, that this dream of being inked, came from my youth, and I don't need excuse, to explain it all to you, but I'm sure I wanted to be this way, since the age of 2, dreaming of being bigger, badder, better than the best, no need to hear the rest, so my tattoo starts, from my hands, up to my chest, around to the back, and up my head, but instead, of me pumping you full of this verbal lead, having explosions in your head, from compensating words I've said, I'll take off my hat and show ya, but don't let it throw ya, cause I'm just a regular guy, who just wants to get to know ya. And If you don't like what your looking at, then have no fear,

 

You can cry me a river, and I'll lend you a tear. ;-) thank you.