Ladies: That time of the month we all hate!

No more questions, I have no more answers

I've lost all ingredients for the ultimate cure to omit the five day illness that lies below

I wish sometimes I had beefy meat in between my towering thighs instead of a red fish

I need these thoughts to stop; I need this pain to end

My man is going nuts yet he can't get a nut

Doctors don't know my problem; they can't seem to diagnose me right

One minute I’m a pressure cooker blowing steam up so high, the next I need to be contained in a crock pot to steam down

Clothes don’t fit; my once shapely physique now resembles the cow

For entertainment you might as well connect the pimples that have habituated my body oh so intentionally

My two best friends that lay on my chest are now my enemies because they swell with intent

Icanteat.Ican’tsleep.Ithurtsodeep!. Ican’tlaugh.Ican’trun.Itruinedmyfavoriteundies! Icantswim.Icantdance.It’snotthreatenenedbymeds!

When will I find a cure for my below the belly button problem!

Kay Stone