Scratching an Itch

Between every ~Heartbeat, the moment of Death is suspended until another one kicks in, you have the choice to give up or give in, s'up to you... life itself is a wonderland of sensual pleasure as if you didn't already know that... or a Hell beyond tolerance if you make wrong choices and bad friends but;

Very few things in this life bring total and Instant Relief! like sneezing, opening your Sphincter to allow egress of "passengers" i.e. crapping; and Scratching an Itch, way back I remember the best ecstatic scratching I ever had was when I caught a bad case of Athletes foot after using Glasgow University Swimming Pool,

No, I wasn't a Student, being way to Dum to actually be admitted, a good Pal had given me His Student pass card, of course, 'one' walks around without shoes, and let's be Honest Students in the UK certainly are among the filthiest scum on this Earth... they wear the same underpants all through the entire attendance, they don't wash, are covered in "Pubic Lice" and unspeakable bacteria, I went there every day for at least an hour, but after a while I developed this Profoundly deep itch between all my toes, that took minutes of scratching to placate,

By which time my skin was Scarlett Johannson after being gang-raped by a thousand unwashed immigrants... but the sheer pleasure I derived from this deep scratching was unequalled in my entire life...

I actually didn't treat it deliberately so I could have a secret life of Scratching extasy, but when I went Home to Mother after losing my credibility and any Job opportunities in Glasgow, (this is 1982/3)

First thing She Did was get a Bowl of SODA CRYSTALS in Hot water and soak my feet, I was grateful but sorrowful simultaneously as it was the last living thing I brought back from Glasgow... all else were cringing memories of debauchery and Destruction of the Self: but now my feet were back to normal...


Thanks, Mum you Washed my sins away
a Greater Kindness I could never Know
I miss Her every Day