Fallacy

My shoulder burns again.

It's the tension, or the tattoo.

It hasn't been the same since

those damn needles.

It was the ribbon that killed it.

Full black outline. Less needles or something.

Plus he did wield it like it was some

kind of carving tool.

Not like a chef touching up a turkey, chicken or

heavenly fillet. More like an ice sculptor,

all in a flourish to finish his first fancy mustache!

It's gotta be the tension. Or the couch I dropped on it

playing my version of superwoman. It's hard to say

with the bombs (that weren't really bombs)

still screaming in everyone's ears.

It doesn't help at all that you're gone again,

all I can hear is the screaming and the damned newsman.

Plastic make up, canned voice, plastered hair.

Fallacy at its finest, so much like your reasoning,

so near my denial.