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!