I toil day into the night,
stretching and straining to watch,
while carving a new notch,
400 million tokens in the game.

So, what do I get for all that strain?
My neck in a deliberate crane.
Itchy eyes, itchy face, itchy bod,
may even have an itchy brain.

I go off itchy into the night,
aloe vera covered cream,
adding to the itchies,
until I could scream!

Scratch me, scratch me,
scratch me if you can!
I won't run from you at all,
take it all like a lamb.

Have you ever noticed,
that the more that you scratch,
the itchier you get,
like this poem to match.