The body is perfect,                                
Skin so soft, eyes so bright.                        
Why would anyone ruin this?                                  
This absolutely perfect creation?                          
No need for useless additions.              
Ink, needles, metal, colors,                                  
All so ruining to this precious gift.          
This delusion of God and ****** temples,              
keeping me modest and naive,                    
What more could I want?                                          
This ignorant bliss keeping my skin clean.          
The parents are proud,                      
This “God” is pleased with my ways.                
Dreaming of celestial ignorance.    
My body is a temple,                              
My mind is set straight.                  
Who could ever try to change that?
The plainness is beautiful.