my skin itches like crazy. i rub the bars in vain. 
i know, my butt itches. i scoot and scoot. it looks comical but it ain't fun to me.
if only we could get to spring.
yeah, but the anticipation makes me anxious.
i know, it's like an itch in the brain.
ha, that's why peoples scratch their head in february.
and rub their bodies on the bars wanting to lose this dead white skin.