INKED

MY BODY IS A CANVAS INKED FROM HOURS OF LABOR

A NEW DESIGN PUT INTO MY HEAD SOON TO BE PUT ON MY SKIN

LUCKY FOR ME THAT MY TATTOO ARTIST IS ALSO MY NEIGHBOR

I LOVE THE SOUND AS THE MACHINE STARTS AND NOW THE ART CAN BEGIN 

I FEEL THE RUSH AS THE NEEDLE HITS MY BODY AND THE INK IS LEFT BEHIND

AND NOW NO LONGER IS THE ART JUST ONLY IN MY MIND

NOW FOREVER AN ARTIST AND A CLIENT WILL BE LINKED

AND FOREVER TILL MY DEATH I WILL BE INKED