Tattoo Road

The suit constricts my dancing
The pearls strangle my scream
If only those people across the desk knew
Things are not always what they may seem

Underneath it all are tattoss galore
Expressing what politically I can not
Some may think they're strange, weird or worse
But to me they are simply hot

The lotus tells of awakening
A skull for the death of self forwarned
Daggered winged heart of wounds healing
And the snake, of a life transformed

My skin serves as a canvas
For my life's tale unfolding
Too bad my job prohibits them
I'm so sick of corporate molding

Soon though I'll be free of it all
To do and say as I please
And then the ink will show at last
As I rejoice in the open road's breeze