Inked

What be these things on body laid

and marked upon thy skin

the coloration vast designs

to show what thou be in

Thy simple ink began thy trek

and caused thy great desire

for just another one will do

for others to admire

Till fill thy sleeve doth now thou make

complete thy empty space

lest teardrops, aces, skeletons

be placed upon thy face

And should thy lips be much too thin

thy collegian to fill

and liposuction thin thy legs

that giggle at thy will

Thy implants too must be in place

to make thy ink not sag

and botox wrinkles in thy head

lest thou be deemed a bag

A lifting here, a tucking there

is all that satisfies

while filling this and cutting that

makes empty void inside

Insatiable be thy desire

for thou canst barely quit

for mirror image tells thee all

thy defects to admit

The disappointed picture there

doth tell what thou need

the flaws that be thus magnified

thy carcass up to speed

Forsaken be the spiritual

true nourishment of will

the penmanship within thy soul

with God's law thus fulfilled

The body look and constant gaze

will never more be quenched

the fleshly scene that needs reproof

persistent change from stench

Forbidden path and fearful lust

shall pacify no more

unbridled passion set at will

of stinking carnal core

Oh Holy One please ink within

that which satisfies

relation with thine only Son

defeating fleshly lies