Like Baloo...

It starts with an itch...then a scratch...then a full-on back grind against the edge of a door

Rampantly, ritualistically, like Baloo from The Jungle Book, I drag my back raw against the door

Rubbing and ravishing the skin until that sweet release from the burden of irritation comes

It starts with an itch, then a scratch...wait, we've been down this path before

There has to be a way, a method, whether sane and delicate, profane and maddening

An approach to end the itch and the hold it has over me, keeping me its slave

There has to be a way, a technique, whether insane and harsh, serene and relaxing

It starts with an itch, then a scratch...not this again, I can't go through it again

Only one solution that truly works, exists, but cover your eyes, the squeamish among you

Nothing but feathered skin, blood and expossed flesh awaits as I take off my back.

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