Mood:  irritated

It sucks to be a girl,

So bad, I want to hurl.

The war of hormones inside me

Is easy for anyone to see.

I’m pissed for no reason

Three times a season.

I yell, kick, and scream

‘cause it’s no good dream.

A squirrel crossing the frickin street

makes me so mad, im red as a beet.

I cry, melt, and stress

‘cause everything’s a mess.

I am serious when I say

PMS will ruin a day.

It’s like the constant gloomy feeling:

Of your head too close to the ceiling,

Everyone is out to get you,

Simultaneously stepping in goo, doo, and poo,

Chocolate is extinct,

It’s impossible to blink,

Life sucks,

And I really hate ducks.

Now imagine all that,

But times 3 billion, and in the middle of combat.

And even that is an understatement

But nothing frickin rhymes with understatement

Because life sucks as a girl,

So bad, I want to hurl.