The Hormone defense
In the wee hours of the morning,
my hormones rock n roll
I wander to the kitchen
and towards the candy bowl
I’m faint of heart and clammy skinned
the house is very still
That hot flash got me thinking
I’d like to watch ” Kill Bill”.
I unwrap a piece of chocolate
medicinal, of course
Thirty seven pieces later
still I feel no remorse
I ponder moving to Great Briton
where PMS is a defense
hormonal crime of passion
need not have to make much sense
It could be as simple as
he brushed against my tender breast
The last thing I remember is
the ice pick in his chest
I’d laugh aloud, ” I’m sure a nut”
I didn’t mean to do it
It happened so very fast
” I know, I know, I blew it!”
The judge and jury would convene
united they’d agree
to serve a lengthy sentence
of tea and sympathy
And with great understanding
of a womans fragile hell
they’d pass the hat, to buy me lunch
and order Taco Bell.