Permanent publicized
conversation starters
attract clueless puzzle boxes
and old timey trouts
that burden and scold you
with guilt trips and pestering inquiries.
Infuriating terminology
and slang words to describe
such masterpieces.
They leech on to you
at random moments
in random places
with every stupid question
they divulge at you
but you're instantly equipped
with locked and loaded snappy answers
to provoke the easily offended.
Destroying something beautiful
like putting a pile of veggies
on a meat lovers pizza,
is like the gratification
you seek and desire
when watching their perplexed faces
from such brash responses.
Needle under the skin
is more tolerable than
these under the skin
comments and remarks.
Good advice from ultra maroon
simpletons is the Jurassic Park
of depression.
Nobody wants to be told
who to be,
where to go
and how to live.
Pending disbursement,
talent and greatest length of thought
to the quickest impromptu impulse,
from the bottom of the barrel,
jailhouse kitchen magicians
to the top notch Picassos,
you get what you pay for
with your everlasting
ink splatter decisions.
Branded Artists catch a bad reputation
of arrogance and incompetence
from snot nosed prima donnas
if every demand of precision
isn't met to their
thoroughgoing adequacies,
like a humble peasant
who hasn't transformed
into a human footstool
for peevish princesses.
Manifestations constitute
preservations of tattoos
as art through the
eye of the beholder, like
a painting on a canvas.
Judgmental eyes and
inexperienced blank pages
will come and go
but your happiness
and symbolic reminders
of a certain time in your life
are what counts.
No matter the colour,
perspective,
proportion,
slightest imperfection,
how controversial or ridiculous,
significant or futile,
you've made your lifelong commitment
without shame, regret or remorse.
In the end, we are all the same
decaying organics as everything else.