The Man of a Thousand Tattoos

©2025 by John Mendelsohn. All rights reserved.

Your first tats, up and down your legs and forehead and your neck,
were bought with Sally’s welfare checks. That sucks, but what the heck

CHORUS
The man of a thousand tattoos is wearing Nike’s latest shoes
All his baby mama has is flip-flops

A fella’s skin is his alone, to do with as he chooses
To question him’s to ask for it. Hence poor Sandy’s bruises

One advertises KFC, another Taco Bell
If you can land the Walmart gig, you’ll be doing well

Just one of Sally’s kids in his. He’s forgotten which
Instead of food, he buys tattoos. Hey, deal with it, bitch.