They’re All Barbeque Chips
He wouldn’t take the chip
On their first damn try.
But six jabs later
He began to ask why.
Why would he lineup
And bare another arm?
Why take a chance on
The jab doing harm?
Better get a clear tat.
So clear that
No one you know knows.
And if they do, too bad.
You are done with jabs.
Clear tat makes you glad.
Best dreams you ever had.
Those dreams, those dreams are fab!