Itch

It happens when you cannot move

Or when you must be still.

The itch gets so unbearable

You simply lose your will.

The middle of an interview

Or someone’s wedding toast.

Or funerals—it’s funerals

When itches strike the most!

You try behaving subtly so

You will not make a sound.

You shift your weight—just slightly and

You slide your fingers ‘round.

And scratching feels so wonderful

You feel like you could die.

And in that silent moment you

Let out a big fat sigh.

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