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Roll your sleeves up
Show the soft barely freckled underside
Of your biceps like you mean business
Because this is serious
You can't wait much longer
I know
But it's got to be done properly.

Now get in up to your elbows
(Put your back into it)
Fingerpaint this white stretch
This butcher's paper of skin
And right here
in this uppermost corner
Scribble your name
in the most shocking fluorescent you can lay your hands on
So I'll glow wetly with you
even in the dark.