Poison Sumac

Lyrics of this story were set to music and played on a guitar.

  I met a wicked vine that had a wicked twitch.
  It grew along the fence row and ended in a ditch.
 
  It's worse than poison ivy and poison oak combined.
  My life was put on hold and went into reverse and rewind.

  Scratching from head to toe and even itches on my back.
  It's not the three leaf poison ivy, but a plant called poison sumac.

  Don't get upset if I moan and fret,
  The scratching never ceases and that's as good as it gets.

  I haven't had a good nights sleep in weeks.
  The swelling travels over the body giving me the creeps.

  My bloodshot eyes magnify their size.
  I am ready to die and prepared to say my goodbyes.

   Chorus:
    Oh, don't touch that spot,
    That itchy, twitchy spot,
    For it might swell up and turn red,
    And if it gets infected I might as well be dead.