she was blonde & beautiful

& all she saw in me was an escape

which seemed fair enough

as I was escaping in her too

she’d stay over when I had to work

practising her tattooing

on the single guys living in the block

as those with shack jobs knew their women

would never let her get near them

& I had no worries they’d steal her away

none of them could offer better escape

than the offer I had going for now

but they’d complain long & bitter

your girlfriends tattoo did not take

showing me pained legs arms scarred red

hey it was free you had her company

what has that got to do with me?

they’d say I didn’t understand

but they knew