Face Tatoo

Posted: June 7, 2014 in poetry
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What would it be like having a tattoo on your face?
Would you be ridiculed by people at a tea party?
Would you ever be loved?
You would be judged without mercy.
You would be hung out to dry over a bonfire of bourgeois suburbia,
A reject from society doomed to wander the back streets alone.
A criminal against the norms of decency, a shock like electricity to the moral backbone of elderly women in hats.
Even if you are all those things people don’t usually advertise so boldly, letting the whole world see that they are on the edge.
And if you weren’t any of those things, would there be those who care that you’re not?
What if you changed your mind and decided you didn’t want it?
I don’t think I could do it.

  1. I know a couple people who have done it. You can never have a great job, but if you work for yourself then it doesn’t matter.


  2. Have met some, and they were pretty scary, but I’m sure some well-balanced individuals might do it


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