De rigueur are multiple piercings
Everyone seems to sport a tattoo
We don a livery of branded goods
Yet this paraphernalia is hardly new
Are we genuine followers of fashion,
Envying next door's Mediterranean tan
Or diven by demons in our genes
That descended from Stone Age man?
Why did tattoos become so critical?
Do your lugs really need triple bangles?
Does this hardware reflect days of old?
Is it warrior kit from ancient tangles?
Do tatoos say: "Keep off, this is me"?
Are piercings there to intimidate?
Is that personalised tee-shirt a warning:
"I'm a somebody, I'm in charge of my fate"?
When hunter-gatherers roamed the plains
They might get devoured in a host of ways
Daubing their bodies they made loud noises
To scare off beasts, survive perilous days
Is a tattoo in truth an expression of anxiety?
Are masochistic holes a defensive measure?
Does insecurity lie behind these palisades?
Stark apprehension rather than pleasure?
Under a bare veneer old habits die hard
Primitive urges lurk in modern veins
Murder is as fashionable as it ever was
We never erased Cain's indelible stains
I dated an old fossil with an owl tattoo
Situated somewhere most curious
Making love she never stopped hooting
The consequences were fast and furious