Once a month the meat spoils.
The man next to me scratched his balls
As I suffer in silence with phantom aches.
Once a month our toilet visits regulate.
Grown women conspire in seedy basements
To whisper in secret about MENst-shh!
The Dot, The Curse, That Time Of The Month.
He’ll roll his eyes and cluck his tongue.
We’re tight-lipped in lose-fit jeans.
A burden of secret we can’t let leak!
Once a month I howl at the moon
As I contemplate this tampon taboo.
Please tell me what you think
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Hehe, I like it, especially the moon taboo bit! Well done !
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