You know what’s funny?
Old ladies with tattoos
I know they exist
Because I see them in the locker room
After old lady swimming class.
And you know they must have been hot stuff
Back in the day
Maybe hippies dancing all stoned with hair flying
Or motorcycle bitches in leather hugging thug boyfriends
Around the waist
Or maybe even soldier girls drunk in Okinawa.
Tattoos don’t let you forget
That you used to be those people.