Tattooed Rose from Tattooed Rose by D.T. Buffkin

Tattooed Rose

On an island off Spain where the wine flows like water
Lives a bastard-crook’s spawn and a raving whore’s daughter
And every wicked way of the world is inked there upon her.
From the nape of her neck down to her little toe is written and scrawled a century of woes
And each is worse than the last but no two are the same.
But so it goes, cinco pesetas show…Ms. Tattooed Rose.

On her chest above her breast: the Rape of Nanking,
100 beheaded Huns stitched right above her spleen,
On her back, dripping down her crack: the Queen’s own bloody guillotine.
A rosy crucifixion from her left hip to her ankle
The right will take your breath, sixty virgins beaten and mangled.
Grab a seat and a drink at Cabron Julio’s.
Don’t need no clothes, boys enjoy the show…Ms. Tattooed Rose.

Franco keeps watch over her right shoulder,
You’ll have to squeeze Hitler if you ever wanna hold her.
Der Fuhrer keeps rank-n-file over the left flank.
Her stomach is devoted to that bloody Inquisition
On her calves the clergy get theirs in several compromising positions
With special attention paid to the burning of Rome.
Don’t need no clothes, boys enjoy the show…Ms. Tattooed Rose.

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