Itchiness

Itchiness

This itch has no cure.
It spreads.
It evokes public and private scratching.
It worsens the sufferer's discomfiture.
This itch is damnation.
Odd places.
No victim can hide it.
It will not permit.
All must know.
This itch has nary a thought for others.
Odd body parts.
It blights.
It victimises.
This itch MUST itch.

This itch that he must fail so that I can boastfully shame "the others" with the pidgin chants of "I no talk am", "shebi, no be wetin I talk" and the English variant "I told you so".

That itch itches.
Scratch it.

Let the country fall for all you care.

That itch itches.
Scratch it.