• Lying there, Happy as Can be.
    lazyness, watching the t.v.

    not a doubt, or a care,
    at the t.v. I just stare.

    I move a bit, nothing more,
    adjusting butt that's getting sore.

    then it comes, but just a pinch,
    it starts to grow, inch by inch.

    On my back, growing faster,
    this itch won't be my master.

    I cannot reach it, my fingers come short,
    then to the kitchen, to grab a fork.

    I rake the skin, getting it red,
    eyeballs roll to the back of my head.

    NO! No don't! Don't give in!
    Try to ignore it, itchings' a sin.

    Oh God here it comes! The Itch is immense,
    my eyes start to water, it burns so intense!

    and then I give in, grabbing the fork,
    ripping my back, like spicey shreaded pork.

    Then all goes black, and then I know,
    the curtain comes down, end of the show...

    They find me there, digging a bloody ditch,
    My smile is so wide, "I got that dam itch."

    But now I'm better, no itches just yet,
    I just got a sweater with arms that connect.

    But wait just a minute, that can't be right!
    How do I itch if my hands are bound tight?

    Then the urge comes, like a decrepid rotten dream.
    I look through the bars, and then start to scream.