You lumber down the hall... Bloated like a grape

You stub your damn toe..And your hair just wont cooperate

The brush pulls your hair...So you challenge it to a duel

When it hits the wall, it knows who's boss

NO, your not a fool

Your kid starts screeching At a frequency only dogs can hear

Mean while, your darling hubby sits on the couch guzzling another beer

The sound of his snoring...Booms against the walls

He smacks his food in your ear....And you dream of kicking him in the balls

Behold, your favorite jeans...More valuable than the most attentive lover

As you try to squeeze into them you realize

Ohh, People are gonna suffer

Stomping around the house,Picking up after each and every slob

Mumbling something to the tune of..Fuck, I don't even get payed for this job

Your kid wants something to drink...Your busy but of course,the man has fled..

You stomp into the kitchen And the cabinet door hits you in the head

After you've done the only logical thing

And assaulted the cabinet back You start ranting to your husband..

" I'm so sick of your crap!!! "

He trys to defend himself..But to no avail

In the fury of your gaze He realizes..

his chest, he doesn't want you to IMPALE

He's seen the demons That saying " you have pms" can evoke

Instead, he puts two little pills on the counter And goes outside for a smoke

You pace around the kitchen...no one around at which to bitch

You look at the vile pills

And your eye begins to twitch

You swallow them down..And cuss a little more.

Half an hour later...

Your havin sex on the living room floor

For a few more hours...Your giddy and happy, ofcourse

But even Extra-strength Midol.... cannot evade the force

Its time to take the pills again

And this time you donot resist

You'll do it to please those around you

But, there's something to which you must insist "Fine I'll take them", you say

"But i will never confess!!!!!

This is done to shut you up dear man

Because, Godamnit!! I do not have PMS!!!"




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