P.m.s. the Transformation

Samuel Malik Canty: the Word Bird. I am the author of Five Poetry Books, I understand my Purpose, and my words are my proof...

Nuclear words dripping from your sweet lips…

Words that cut like a dagger and originating from some depths that only you know about…

Is it that time? The time that you and I dread the most?? The Demonic possession time?

Sybil’s face has replaced your face, and I need to get out of this place…

Are you picking a fight again? Crying for no reasons again? Irritable and miserable again?

How long does this transformation last can I ask, or do you still want to kick my non-P.M.S. A-$-$?

They just ought to invent a stronger pill before someone gets killed…

This P.M.S. is no joke, get YOUR HANDS off my THROAT!!!