Scar song

I have more scars

than a war veteran

but despite their disgusting

appearance

women tend to find them

sexy.

Not a single woman

has stopped dating me

after I acquainted them

with my scars.

First, they stare at my scars

as if they were some kind

of surreal masterpiece

signed by Dali

with a toledo sword

and then timidly

ask me

if they can touch them.

Then, they beg me

to recount the story of

each one of them

and are very insistent

about it.

So I chronologically

start my scar odyssey

with the one just above

the belly button (given at birth),

continue the journey with

the one on my left elbow

(won at a penalty shootout in

my early childhood)

and abruptly end my voyage

with the nastiest of all

(tumour extirpation)

along the femoral artery.

By the end of the story

some of my listeners are so impressed

that they begin to cry

as they bend over and tenderly

kiss my scars

as if they were some kind

of sacred icon.