The itch or lack of responsibility

Ever been bullied? An obnoxious punjabi/ jaat taller and broader says 'haath mein khujli ho rahi hai' or some such and proceeds to pummel you into an assorted selections of jams and jellies, for sale in C.R park and Uttarakhand Seva Kendra. An itch, thats what bullies get. An itch, caused by a lack of something.

Ever had an itch? Not a regular physical one, or the bullying one. The deeper metaphorical psychic one. Where to go? What to do? Life isnt this. This is not my home. Not like a physical itch. The physical itch is caused by an irritant. Your scratch is an open declaration of hostilities. A battle easily fought, where the enemy is clear and present. Shirk says the itch. The deeper itch. Get out. You're losing your soul. Fuck the soul. Your losing your intellect. Honed to arrogance with millennia indoctrination. The woman made you happy, run motherfucker run. The job, they scoff at it, you love doing this but the scorn of those you wish to impress, run motherfucker run. Dont like the city, whine bitch whine bitch, get over yourself you little shit. People come here hoping to be able to be poor. Do an honest days work and be happy for it.

Ever been bullied? I wasnt enough.