I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don't get too serious, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun
I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don't get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick
I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won't find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey
Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It's not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome
I broke through your poem.........dont annoyed with its natural phenoms daring poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never knew PMS was so serious.