PMS
I feel ridden hard and put up wet
And called every name, under the sun
Castigated for the wrongs, I've done
still haven't gotten to the problem yet
My feelings have been unabashedly hurt
My manhood, has been most insulted
Told three times, I'm can't be trusted
Family name has been wallowed in dirt
So despondent, the day started so bad
My pride has been severely bruised
All of her woes I’ve been accused
And didn't appreciate all that she had
Nothing in the world has gone right
This is a day, I'd soon as forget
I haven't even left for work as yet
Where’s the one I held close last night
I can't say for sure, not even a guess
What brought it on I have nary a clue
All I asked; honey what's new with you
Guess it's her way of saying P M S
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