All over him like a mismatched garden.
A bluebird on his bicep with the Word of the Lord in its beak and
Below it, hunching over his funny bone, the Reaper.
One ass cheek, Mr. Magoo, the other, a rose with his first
Daughter's name in it.
Four Horsemen on his chest. Beneath the hair on his thighs,
Smokey the Bear & Dimebag, noodling on his last guitar.
A Big Rig colliding with a 'Cuda around his neck.
And all those tear drops inking the tough flesh above his mouth.
In prison, a sign you'd murdered, they told him, but hell,
He's human, isn't that killer enough.