It’s that hissy day

It’s that hissy day
That get the fuck outa my way day
The what ever you say day
It will piss me off day
When you breathe to close to me, I will be offend
I will tell tell you and be arguementivie
I will curse and yell and be basically hell
But I don’t mean it
I can’t ween it
Or slow it down
It’s what’s happing in me bellow ground It’s the mummy train
The one with me since birth
That one I get monthly that apparently gives me all my worth
Gives me abilities to grow humans out of little seeds
It’s that, that gives me a belly ache a headache and that get the hell away from me quake
I know it’s alien to you other crew who deal with us hormonally charged who rule
But I won’t appoligse
It just is what it is
Get used to it
I have

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Comments
Well this is the first poem I have ever read about PMT... lol ? x
Haha! I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not, ?, . Yea PMT sucks so bad!! It was a particularly bad month that one! Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.
A compliment! x
?, shows my human! Lol.
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Sorry about late reply; By; shows my human, I meant it shows My human instinct to see the negative rather than the positive. 😊🤷♀️