Losing it
Sitting here wearing this pot,
Itchy as fuck losing the plot,
Fighting my urge to scratch,
Need a lock need a latch,
The temptation dies away,
Oh shit here it comes again,
Will this itch ever cease,
Yeah gone what a relief,
Cotton between my fingers,
The sweat merely lingers,
Being choked by the sling,
Jesus christ I hate this thing!
by
MindTwisterposted on 01/30/2008
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