an itch

I’ve got an itch that needs to be scratched

and to be honest

i think you’re the only one who can reach it.

A guy at the bar attempted it

but fell asleep way before he could even try.

There was Sam, who seemed to scratch everywhere except the itch,

and bless the guy at the petrol station,

he gave it a good go,

but then started to cry.

I tried the old fashioned way,

Lay back and thought of England,

but the current political state took me out of that pretty fast

and left me in a more desperate state than before.

So yes, my itch has now become unbearable

and you,

miles and miles away,

are the only one who can scratch it.