Scratch it. Scratch it.
You want to.
Those cells are asking to be lifted.
Shifted.
Stop tapping your fingers on wood.
Let them do good. Here.
Lick it. Lick it.
Lap the curiosity away.
Swim in the swamp not the lake
I promise I won’t fake.
I don’t have to.
Don’t live with an itch.
Switch. Switch.
Make me twitch.
I’m not a witch.
Or am I?
You’re thinking about me now?
I know you are.
I’m under your skin.
I win.
(c) Slumpless
