organized chaos

Poison Ivy, evil leaf

your oil covers now our skin

they say to scratch is not to spread

then why’ve you moved right down my chin

my forehead’s itch, it makes me wimpy

I cut my bangs, I now look gimpy

Benedryl, you’re not effective

the scratching has lost all perspective

Gremlins moaning all day long

yet Jackelope escaped

You cannot touch him, Evil Leaf

no matter how you scrape

Round Up is thy enemy

I’ll shoot you down I swear

I know it’s only temporary

But I’ll do it again next year

You’ll always be there in my yard

waiting for our skin

to thrust your itchiness afar

and rest upon my chin