Get this marker off my skin 'Cause I want something stronger Works like a charm for doodles on my arm But I want something longer I endorse endorphins, maybe that is all It takes for ink to be a thing for which I fall Adrenaline, control, relief, addiction? Permanence, expression, financial affliction? The draw, worthy of awe, is quite intoxicating, calculating Count your money, gather your ideas, and stop your waiting Is it a simple joy, a toy, a thing that entertains? Or does the instinct run like blood as far within as veins? Might not be healthy coping, but it's certainly a mechanism Does it come from cynicism, hedonism, mesmerism? I want a thing - or two or three That lasts as long as skin upon my bones So what if all it is is a way to fight or stall against unknowns? All I know is it's not something I want to debate We're all walking works of art, but if I want to change a trait If anything in this world is mine to do with as I please My body's surely on that list so try to be at ease