The Monkey Itch

There is an itch inside your head, I have heard
You can't get rid of it even if you speak like a nerd
You talk normally to all when you are out of home
But in your room you hold your head and cry alone

Ha! yes! I'm pointing these fingers at you
I must because this is something no one else will do
I have to tell you this because this is very very vital
To maintain your sanity and for your survival

Yes it sounds scary now I know you are concerned
But the itch is the fire where anyone can get burned
I have doused mine so I am spreading the word
Now to the last para, read and don't be a nerd

The World Was Formed From The Sneeze Of A Monkey
And this sentence holds the key, you'll see, he he
Next time you feel the itch, don't start to bitch
Learn this poem by heart and face the curse of the monkey

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That's about it.