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  • P.M.S. (Poor Me Syndrome)

    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

  • #2
    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.

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    • #3
      Thanks RLW

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      • #4
        Give cheers to the congregation
        poetic pom poms
        Man's persuasion, menstruation
        I'm bringing tampons

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