In shades of black and grey,
His blank eyes are staring at me.
I’m walking behind a girl
wearing a black halter top
and Bob Marley’s bust is tattooed on her back.
His dreadlocks reach out to her shoulders,
a smile dancing across his inked lips.
That had to hurt.
Seems kind of pointless too.
I wonder what she was thinking
while sitting in that chair for hours,
having the ink injected into her skin.
One day, when she’s old,
he won’t look like Bob Marley anymore.
His face will sag with her skin
and he’ll no longer be the famous singer,
but a wrinkled ghoul.
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