Brush up against me, touch of my oil
Feel the itch of my ever growing boil
Scratch and itch
Pick. Pick. Pick.
Take hold of my vine, and touch my curved leaf
My blisters will spread though you beg for relief
Scratch and itch
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Burn my many leaves, inhale my white smoke
My rash will soon bubble and swell in your throat
Scratch and itch
Choke. Choke. Choke.
The damage is done
My poison is planted
You are deceived
Your courage supplanted
Know of my nature and you will be safe
Take not my lies, and turn from my face.
Stay on the path and venture not far
Lest my poison take over your innocent heart.
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