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Who ha' fingernail no ha' itch, and who ha' itch no ha' fingernail.

Jamaican proverbs
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When You Pick the Ticks Off Monkeys

Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!

And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!

And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!

When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.

Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.

When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.

Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!

And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...

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Itch

Ha ha ha (ahh)
Don't wanna hurt you (hurt you baby)
You think you love me, but you don't really know me
Don't wanna hurt you (hurt you baby)
Wanna go ride, not a backseat drive
Ahhhhh ooh - ay ay ay I need
Ahhhhh ohh - something inside that you can't provide
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I feel the itch again
I feel the itch
i-i-itch, i-i-i-i-itch (ahh)
i-i-itch (ahh), i-i-i-i-itch
Don't want to hurt you (hurt you baby)
You can hug me, but you can't really hold me
what I do, and it's crazy
Don't wanna be cold, but I'm out of control
Ahhhhh ooh - ay ay ay that's true
Ahhhhh ooh - wish I could, but I can't be good
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I feel the itch
I feel the itch again
i-i-itch, i-i-i-i-itch (ahh)
i-i-itch (ahh), i-i-i-i-itch
Cause I want to go down wanna feel my heart pound
Don't you know that I get restless
You can't reach where I need scratching
So feel the itch again
Itch
Itch
Ahhhhh ooh - ay ay ay I need
Something inside that you can't provide
I'm feeling the itch again
I need to get tricked again
I'm starting to twitch again
I feel the itch again
I'm starting to twitch again
I need to get tricked again
I feel the itch again
I feel the itch
Yeah yeah, I feel the itch again

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Itch, Itch, Itch

should it not annoy me
what comes from single addition sound
itch, itch, itch
scratching my finger point
my heart is like free market
my brain is like full garbage
itch, itch, itch
there's worm army in my back
I get itch in my leg
itch, itch, itch
it's an itch in my mouth
I have sharpen my nail
I want to jump and scream
can I come to scratch you into pieces
the hands that touch me impolitely
the blunt mind that speaks empty
itch, itch, itch
you are just itch for me

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Doing The Itch

There was a skunk whose name was Itch—

Itch had a rash that started at a fever pitch.

But the itch was only the beginning of it—

Itch started to get alot of zits…

So Itch decided he didn't know his face—

so he put on a Skunk mask that had more grace.

But Razel puppet liked him for he could tell a lie

she knew she could use him like banana cream pie.

Pie in the sense that the could change forms—

be "Deceptive" which was in Razel's norm.

So "Doing The Itch" was born.

So if you have half a brain—

you will figure out Itch's deceptive games.

Don't worry Itch will make you all the blame.

"Just remember Itch, says Razel-

humans can really play you-

not to worry you are cold and blue! ! "

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 11,2012

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Itch and Scratch

You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.

Just like a train
on a railroad track
You go away today
and tomorrow come back.

Try taking an aeroplane
instead of a car,
then hop on a rocket
to a distant star.

You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.

And just like an itch
you’ve got under my skin,
this is a situation
that I just can’t win.

Please give me a break
and get off my back.
Get out of here
and don’t come back.

You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Untamed

We've done the "porch swing love" so long i can't remember my name
Back and forth nice and slow 'till we get real close and you still want to wait
I'm not sayin that it's a big waste of time
It's been great been a lot of fun
But i'm about to go of like a loaded gun
All i want is a pumped up jacked up screamin' like a mustang
Kick me in my gut thing
Unleashed passion, fingernail scratchin'
Goin' right into a lot of stuff i can't name
What i want is completely untamed
Now you don't have to second guess this thing or try to figure it out
It doesn't matter how, or where, or when, or why
It's gonna happen by itself
How you ever gonna know unless you give it a try
I dare you to just let it go
I bet ya turn into a wild animal
All i want is a pumped up jacked up screamin' like a mustang
Kick me in my gut thing
Unleashed passion, fingernail scratchin'
Goin' right into a lot of stuff i can't name
What i want is completely untamed
A fire cracker ain't what i like
It's gotta blow like dynamite
All i want is a pumped up jacked up screamin' like a mustang
Kick me in my gut thing
Unleashed passion, fingernail scratchin'
Goin' right into a lot of stuff i can't name
What i want is completely untamed

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Untamed

We've done the "porch swing love" so long i can't remember my name
Back and forth nice and slow 'till we get real close and you still want to wait
I'm not sayin that it's a big waste of time
It's been great been a lot of fun
But i'm about to go of like a loaded gun
All i want is a pumped up jacked up screamin' like a mustang
Kick me in my gut thing
Unleashed passion, fingernail scratchin'
Goin' right into a lot of stuff i can't name
What i want is completely untamed
Now you don't have to second guess this thing or try to figure it out
It doesn't matter how, or where, or when, or why
It's gonna happen by itself
How you ever gonna know unless you give it a try
I dare you to just let it go
I bet ya turn into a wild animal
All i want is a pumped up jacked up screamin' like a mustang
Kick me in my gut thing
Unleashed passion, fingernail scratchin'
Goin' right into a lot of stuff i can't name
What i want is completely untamed
A fire cracker ain't what i like
It's gotta blow like dynamite
All i want is a pumped up jacked up screamin' like a mustang
Kick me in my gut thing
Unleashed passion, fingernail scratchin'
Goin' right into a lot of stuff i can't name
What i want is completely untamed

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Oh! Larry, Harry, Tom and Jerry! Read the Universal SCARY LONE FOX Story!

I saw a chameleon ‘loneliness’ changing its name –
Aloneness and aloofness, seclusion sequestration are very few;
Lonesomeness and separateness, isolation and alienation are not new!
Detachment and disengagement in a cocooning home with wicked fame.
Kick your heels, itch your palms – howls the lone emperor rudely….
Larry, Harry, Tom and Jerry read the universal ‘Scary lone fox story’!

I'm driving myself without any one by my side all the way
Yet the loneliness stands to confront me at the door way;
I don't want to be the only one who's feeling lonely fun
When the entire world is having dream run, I have none!
Kick your heels, itch your palms – howls the lone emperor rudely….
Larry, Harry, Tom and Jerry read the universal ‘Scary lone fox story’!

No matter where I go – lonely emperor stays with me......
No matter what I do – lonely sorcerer digs in me.......
I’m all alone singly Lonely rests my only head – I’m a broken arrow;
A barren bell rings – lonely ruth sings with sorrow in only burrow!
Kick your heels, itch your palms – howls the lone emperor rudely….
Larry, Harry, Tom and Jerry read the universal ‘Scary lone fox story’!

How long is the night; how long is the day! – Lonely life sucks anyway.
It would be a better ride with someone by my side cries my soul!
I don't want to be so lonely; I don't want to be lonely!
Lonely here, lonely there, lonely everywhere – Am I the only soul?
Kick your heels, itch your palms – howls the lone emperor rudely…
Larry, Harry, Tom and Jerry read the universal ‘Scary lone fox story’!

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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I Scratch Therefore I Am

i scratch therefore
i am
a cat.....
(a tomcat
or a tiger on the loose of a safari in your mind)

you itch therefore
you are
a dog....(or a bitch
or a fungus in the
anus)

you itch and i scratch
therefore
we exist,

therefore
we are.

animates, needing something to thrive upon,
we evolve and get complicated, we revolve around something
and get a little
sophisticated,

we scratch some more, we itch some more,
no longer cats, or tigers, or dogs or bitches, we go beyond
these animated needs,

we somehow say
we need love this time...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I

THE ARGUMENT

Sir Hudibras his passing worth,
The manner how he sallied forth;
His arms and equipage are shown;
His horse's virtues, and his own.
Th' adventure of the bear and fiddle
Is sung, but breaks off in the middle.

When civil dudgeon a first grew high,
And men fell out they knew not why?
When hard words, jealousies, and fears,
Set folks together by the ears,
And made them fight, like mad or drunk,
For Dame Religion, as for punk;
Whose honesty they all durst swear for,
Though not a man of them knew wherefore:
When Gospel-Trumpeter, surrounded
With long-ear'd rout, to battle sounded,
And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,
Was beat with fist, instead of a stick;
Then did Sir Knight abandon dwelling,
And out he rode a colonelling.
A wight he was, whose very sight wou'd
Entitle him Mirror of Knighthood;
That never bent his stubborn knee
To any thing but Chivalry;
Nor put up blow, but that which laid
Right worshipful on shoulder-blade;
Chief of domestic knights and errant,
Either for cartel or for warrant;
Great on the bench, great in the saddle,
That could as well bind o'er, as swaddle;
Mighty he was at both of these,
And styl'd of war, as well as peace.
(So some rats, of amphibious nature,
Are either for the land or water).
But here our authors make a doubt
Whether he were more wise, or stout:
Some hold the one, and some the other;
But howsoe'er they make a pother,
The diff'rence was so small, his brain
Outweigh'd his rage but half a grain;
Which made some take him for a tool
That knaves do work with, call'd a fool,
And offer to lay wagers that
As MONTAIGNE, playing with his cat,
Complains she thought him but an ass,
Much more she wou'd Sir HUDIBRAS;

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poem by Samuel Butler
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Four Snortets, A Parody With Fondness For Thomas Stearns Eliot

'Now we come to discover that the moments of agony...are likewise permanent with such permanence as time has...Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination-We had the experience but missed the meaning.' - from 'The Dry Salvages' by T.S. Eliot

1

Burnt Snortin'

Mister, or Sir, rather, Thomas Sterns Eliot left his evening door,
late middle age, having lived into the postmodern 'new' millennium,
having again reiterated his propounded new diet whereupon
wandering on a deserted shore near mumbling twilight one might
meet a most inarticulate soft peach or unutterable yet edible Christ,
or a close match, a little kidding, upon which we may, if we dare,
reiterative quartet playing plaintive though palliatively, dine four
squarely in Piccadilly sempiternal before getting sodden after
sundown, preferably on Friday, which is a good time to do it, to eat
and drink again, remembering that it is end of the week, out of the tube

finally unethered, trousers unrolled at last, the mission to get plastered,
doing lines in the stalls, toilet seat become an altar of dissolution.
But, despite numbness of lips and tongue, of nasal passages,
do not hope that trousers shall roll up again till Monday, and do
not call it fixity. And do not call it fistula for that is to come but not
quite yet.

And who cares? or let us forget. Teach us, O Mannered One,
to care and not to care having lost muscle plasticity which a
good pair of dark socks can cover what was once pliant and
supple, now a gruesome obscenity. Have I overstated?
Shall I overstate again? Shall I? No? not now? how all things
crumble, even a souffle caves from expectation and thus we
wait with dope, we wait without hope for hope would be hope
for another line, and yet another, and we are reduced to shouting
repeatedly shouting, Muther f*cker! Muther f*cker, overwrought,
in the stall, temperatures and ovens not withstanding.

So listen, I said to myself stalling for time for the coke to take
effect, wondering why the hell I mentioned a souffle, to kick
in wait without prematurely crashing, for the night, O Friday,
is still young though I am not so young,

I grow old
I grow old
I unfold a
hundred pound
note roll it
tightly tightly
greedy for
lines and

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Itch

I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cord
curled with my teeth against my knees
I am scratching at my consciousness
like a bitch with fleas
I think you'll be greatly pleased
to learn that yours was the hardest
itch to relieve

this is me
without my hair
welcome to my open stare
I got nothing to hide no more
why disguise what isn't there
I am an eyesore
I am a detour
you can find me crying on
the shoulder of the road
and I will tell you
what you want to hear
before you go
and that is that
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
yours was the hardest itch to relieve

I've mapped out my course
looks like it's all uphill
I've got a heavy heart to carry
but a very strong will
it's just hard to travel
in the shadow
of regret
in fact it's so hard
that I haven't actually left yet

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Scratch My Back

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
One good turn deserves another
Be my love, Ill be your lover
Its all part of natures laws
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch yours.
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Joy they say is in the giving
Come on give, make life worth living
Your welfare is my concern
Do a favour for me, Ill do one in return
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Scratch me now a little lower
What a feeling do it slower
Thats it, hmm youre getting hot
Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spot
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back

song performed by Elvis Presley
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Itch In My Brain

You got to stop, its much too deep for me
I was mistaken, yes I dont understand
And my decision, if I choose not to choose
Theres nobody on this line but me
I got a free will that I aint even used yet
I got a free will and I aint gonna use it
til I know what Im doing
Theres an itch in my brain (and I cant get at it)
Theres an itch in my brain (and I cant get at it)
Theres an itch in my brain (and I cant get at it)
And I cant stop thinking til I scratch it
Im still dancing, Im just a change machine
Dont have to tell me Im only waving my arms
But theres so much smoke and so little fire
And theres nobody on this line but me
I got a free will and its making me crazy
I got a free will and I aint gonna use it
til I know what Im doing
I got a free will and Im dying to keep it
I got a free will and I aint gonna use it
til I know what Im doing

song performed by Utopia
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On Automanic

On automanic!
People in a panic.
Looking for a switch...
That stops the twitching,
And the itch.

We're standing frantic,
In the midst of antics...
Trying to find,
Reality
Somewhere in our minds!

On automanic!
People in a panic.
Looking for a switch...
That stops the twitching,
And the itch.

We're standing frantic,
In the midst of antics...
Hoping in time,
Darkness
Doesn't leave us blind!

It seems we have been,
Too busy being dizzy.
Taking the wrong medication!
We've come to deadends,
Thinking turning back was easy.
But we hid inside...
Behind lies,
That fight us!

We market...
Rascism!
We market...
Disrespect and fast rejection!
We market...
Fear!
We market...
Peace to tease in pieces!

Trying to find...
A few kind reminders!

On automanic!
Psychomanic panic.
Looking for a fix and quick!
To stop this mental fit that's sick!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turned Away From The Rough Stuff

a-When I...
Turned away from the rough stuff.
My mind was tainted and a bit corrupt.
I had decided I had had enough,
And if I had any luck...
Only bad would show up.

a-When I...
Turned away from the rough stuff.
My mind was tainted and a bit corrupt.
I had decided I had had enough,
And if I had any luck...
Only bad would show up.

And it seemed like a habit I had,
That kept me attached to bad like that.
Grabbing to attract when I laid on my back...
With a feeling of an itch I had to scratch.

a-When I...
Turned away from the rough stuff.
My mind was tainted and a bit corrupt.
I had decided I had had enough,
And if I had any luck...
Only bad would show up.

Oh-oh-I,
Turned away from the rough stuff.
My mind was tainted and a bit corrupt.
I had decided I had had enough,
And if I had any luck...
Only bad would show up.

And it seemed like a habit I had,
That kept me attached to bad like that.
Grabbing to attract when I laid on my back...
With a feeling of an itch I had to scratch.

Bad luck!
It had me feeling in a deep rut.
Bad luck...
I got stuck but I didn't give up.
Bad luck!
It had me feeling in a deep rut.
Bad luck...
I got stuck but I didn't give up.

And it seemed like a habit I had,
That kept me attached to bad like that.
Grabbing to attract when I laid on my back...

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C. O. D.

Call of a dove, cry of a bitch
Cream of a dream is the cause of the itch
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you get enough rope, might even hang
Chorus:
C.o.d. - care of the devil
C.o.d. - the devil in me
C.o.d. - care of the devil
Care of the devil in me
The curse of love is the cause of the pain
The crime of the day is when you do it again
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you give them a finger, theyll take off your hand
Chorus
(down to the devil with me)
Call of the dove, cry of a bitch
The sign of the sinner, the size of his itch
Chorus
Im paying, paying, Im paying c.o.d.
Care of the devil, care of the devil in me
Its the curse of love

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Poison Ivy

Nothing can compare
Two weeks I stared
Hands, hand tied
I got an itch
I call her poison ivy
It can kill
Hey hey, oh well
I've got an itch
I call her poison ivy
It can kill
Oh, well
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Poison - hey hey hey hey
Took my youth
Everything that ever meant something
Nothing comes between me and you
Most of my friends
Most of my friends
Are dead because of you
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Poison - hey hey hey hey
I had no choice
But to love you
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Poison ivy
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
[fade and repeat to end]

song performed by Von Blondies
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The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.

quote by Robert Penn Warren
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The Golden Age

Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept,
And the first lay as yet in silence slept,
A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre
To notes of wail and accents warm with fire;
Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain,
And him who sobbed in pentametric pain;
To which the World, waxed desolate and old,
Fondly reverts, and calls the Age of Gold.

Then, without toil, by vale and mountain side,
Men found their few and simple wants supplied;
Plenty, like dew, dropped subtle from the air,
And Earth's fair gifts rose prodigal as prayer.
Love, with no charms except its own to lure,
Was swiftly answered by a love as pure.
No need for wealth; each glittering fruit and flower,
Each star, each streamlet, made the maiden's dower.
Far in the future lurked maternal throes,
And children blossomed painless as the rose.
No harrowing question `why,' no torturing `how,'
Bent the lithe frame or knit the youthful brow.
The growing mind had naught to seek or shun;
Like the plump fig it ripened in the sun.
From dawn to dark Man's life was steeped in joy,
And the gray sire was happy as the boy.
Nature with Man yet waged no troublous strife,
And Death was almost easier than Life.
Safe on its native mountains throve the oak,
Nor ever groaned 'neath greed's relentless stroke.
No fear of loss, no restlessness for more,
Drove the poor mariner from shore to shore.
No distant mines, by penury divined,
Made him the sport of fickle wave or wind.
Rich for secure, he checked each wish to roam,
And hugged the safe felicity of home.

Those days are long gone by; but who shall say
Why, like a dream, passed Saturn's Reign away?
Over its rise, its ruin, hangs a veil,
And naught remains except a Golden Tale.
Whether 'twas sin or hazard that dissolved
That happy scheme by kindly Gods evolved;
Whether Man fell by lucklessness or pride,-
Let jarring sects, and not the Muse, decide.
But when that cruel Fiat smote the earth,
Primeval Joy was poisoned at its birth.
In sorrow stole the infant from the womb,
The agëd crept in sorrow to the tomb.
The ground, so bounteous once, refused to bear
More than was wrung by sower, seed, and share.

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poem by Alfred Austin
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