Scratch That Itch

The itch of self regard is never satisfied

The scratch of self approval it will crave

If you’re feeling self-sufficient and relying on your pride

You will always feel bereft though men may rave

For in self-sufficiency we come up empty

And we do our deeds by others to be seen

That just doesn’t make one happy evidently

For the fickle faithless crowd can soon turn mean

You may scratch that itch

But it will stay

You might spasm and might twitch 

But it never goes away

You might scratch that itch

But it returns

You may be poor or rich

But a fool just never learns

We are shadows we are echoes

We were never meant to be

Self-sufficient heaven knows

We have no sufficiency

And we’ll always have an empty soul

If we try our souls to fill

Where there’s only one who can make us whole

And that is his desire and will

You may scratch that itch

But it will stay

You might spasm and might twitch 

But it never goes away

You might scratch that itch

But it returns

You may be poor or rich

But a fool just never learns

Matthew 23:5

March 6, 2026

Anthony Foster