Oh the worst cold afternoon.
Fleas unwind and how they itch and scratch.
Leave a patch infected oohhhh.
It runs along the head and claws down the neck causing a rash.
Etching, sketching it´s biting point.
The food you ate for lunch was rich,
And your friends tone annoyed you just a touch.
Your minds brought back to the ditch you drove your brother´s car into.
In the morning getting the stitch climbing the last hill to your home.
Now fleabitten on the sofa the t.v´s on the glitch again.
Go outside take a swig of beer wow it´s too cold, you b*tch about it.
Go back in scratching your bumpy arms in a bad state your face twitches.
Too lazy to take a bath, too uncomfortable to sit, how divine your scream now so high pitch!
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