Where I sit, where I stand,
No matter where I put my hand.
This pinching, sinking, dropping feeling
Climbing through my groin.
If I'd a price to send it off,
I'd use my coin.
This gouging, slicing, stabbing feeling
Cutting through my groin.
I'd never ask on anyone,
This awfully traitorous crime.
I swear I didn't ask to be a female all the time,
Like that once a month congestion
I have better ways to spend my life
Than to down some ibuprofen
That says, "Hey, I'll do the rest!"
And violently vanished in the next 30 seconds.
Working and existing,
Becomes a fucking mess.
I'm tripping on being female,
It's like it's a goddamn, fucking test.