Girl With The Tattoos

I knew a girl with a tattoo Her name was Taylor Sue, She had a tattoo on every inch of her skin She always saw it as a artistic win. Some looked at her and called her a thug Others looked and called her a decorative rug, But, she didn't worry or ever did care As she happily had her tats everywhere. I never knew her belief or even her race Because, she had tattoos everywhere even on her face, Was she white, black, red or yellow No one including me ever did really know. Whether wearing a gown, bikini, skirt or a dress She always wanted her tattoos to impress, And when she posed nude She never looked or acted lewd. Many told her that tattoos were so unladylike It's like wearing a short skirt while riding a bike, But, she never cared what people were saying or thinking Because, she just loved the inking. Her haired was dyed, and pierced were her ears and nose Also her belly button and what else only God knows, She was always proud the way that she did look She always call herself her own coloring book. Many years as she walked around her town Many smiled at her while many others wore a frown, But, she never cared what people thought or did say Because, she said she'll have a clean new body in heaven one day. When Taylor Sue finally died She happily donated her tattooed hide, Now she's dead and buried 6 foot in the ground While her tattooed skin is in a tattoo parlor to be found. Randy L. McClave