Itchy-Twitchy

Itchy-Twitchy,
Hard to keep still,
Restless
And icky-picky-
Sigh!

The mind that breeds,
And thrive-
On hatred dark.
Revulsion deep-rooted,
Sprouting limbs
Of frustration.
Steps futile,
Calling for attention;
It screams out-
Pity!

"Inky-Pinky" goes the chorus,
Rummaging for dirt-
Delving deep,
Into the potholes
To come up-
Breathless,
With a haul-
Of obscene threats
And envious retorts-
Frivolous!

Grow-up,
Would you?
Sigh!