To scratch or not to scratch
that is the question.
Weather it is nobler in mind
to suffer the pain and uncomfort
then cast inhibition asunder and
relish in a good scratching.
Perchance to be seen and branded,
labled an uncouth malcontent.
Or to suffer the slings and arrows
of a thousand eyes and sneers.
My finger, my friend a stealthy protrubance
Oh brave friend of mine
nay shall I cease your counsel
nor release your satisfaction.
For you are true the satisfier
of disturbing itching.
To sneak in a clandestine fashion
and release mine displeasure.
AHHHH the satisfaction, the comfort
You have done the job so well
and now a sniff, a sniff that acknowledges
I need to wipe better