P.M.S. (Poor Me Syndrome)

[Poemahontas]

Look, what I made you do
You're so vendictive, this is true
Take your meds, I'm sick of you
Go to bed, I'm tired of you

Get some help, you're full of symptoms
You're diagnosed with poor me syndrome

Can't take the heat
Get the hell of the kitchen
The truth was leaked
Get back in your position

Thought it was sweet
Oh, I forgot to mention
Wolves dress as sheep
I brought to your attention

Get some help, you're full of symptoms
You're diagnosed with poor me syndrome

Bleep this, I'm a hot mess
You tried to go hard, gave it your best
Peep this, you're no contest
Grade your report card, F on your tests

X on your chest, no x marks the spot
Respect is expressed when I'm standing on top

Be slow to speak and watch your tongue
It ain't no fun, when the rabbit has the gun

Get some help, you're full of symptoms
You're diagnosed with poor me syndrome

You throw rocks then hide your hand
You're soft as cotton, you're a gentle man

People trying to deceive
I'm framed, get the picture
Devils don't even believe
Come to me, quoting scriptures

You need help, you're full of symptoms
You definitely have poor me syndrome

Instigate, then play the victim
That's what I call, poor me syndrome

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This rhymer is a gen...though I doubt those so diagnosed would recognize the symptoms. The picture tops it off beautifully! I appreciated this bit of levity today - thank you.

[Poemahontas]

Thanks RLW

[Poemahontas]

Give cheers to the congregation
poetic pom poms
Man's persuasion, menstruation
I'm bringing tampons