If I were President
I would be the ONLY woman
with balls big enough
to make you my bitch
and call me Madame President

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Facebook STALKER

Dear New Facebook Friend,

Hi There.
I thought that it would be ok
To just add you as as friend
After all its only Facebook
Everyone knows that social networking sites
Are popularity contests
And we could both use a little help in the
Number area.

I thought that it would be safe
By the looks of it, you're miles away
And i could just delete you if things
Get a little too out of hand
Just another number
To add to my counter to say
I matter, I'm somebody, and people know me

I stand corrected.
As soon as I press the confirm button
You go into a frenzy of poking
Photo commenting
Status liking
I feel violated on all ends of the cyber spectrum
As is you were just waiting for me to say
"Yes! Look into my life, become apart of it,
Get to know me, Be my friend"
But wait I did say that didn't I?
Not really

This shall not be the beginning of
Any story of ours
Where we meet through mutual friends
And polite words turn into the exchange
Of numbers
And we're on a full blown commitment
That all started with Facebook
And we can have this quaint little story
To tell our friends on how we met
Through "mutual friends"
No honey, it will not go like that

We will not become great friends over
IM chats, messaging one another back to back
Flirting, for the sack of?
Self gratification,
Saving face from this cyber humiliation
Of having under 100 friends
But the revelation of it all is
That you were no one to begin with
And these creepy exclamations of your lover for me
will not heighten any other girls' expectations
Of what you're suppose to be

So I think it's time to take my face back
You've over stayed your welcome
And I'm about to pull the mace out
Stop now before you are
Back where you started
Creepy
Friendless and lonely
I mean, dude
It's just Facebook
There are real people beyond
This screen
Just make sure that
Public stalking doesn't become your new hobby

Sincerely, Your Facebook Friend

PMS

When I was 12 I was happy
Because I had gotten my first taste
of womanhood.
A river of red trickled from
Between my legs and
Like my mother
I could have a little girl
Of my very own.
But I didn't know the dropping
Of an egg
Would give forth to all these
Side effects.
100 different afflictions all umbrella-ed
Under three little letters
P-M-S
Pre-Menstral-Syndrome
Pre-Meditated-Sayings
Preparing-Men for-Suicide
And you would think the visual reminder
Of being eggless would be enough but
NOOOOO
I gotta have these moods like
Happy because I'm not pregnant
But sad 'cause my pants don't fit
Pissed off cause that clock on the wall
Keeps tick, tick, tick tocking along
My emotions are all out of whack
And all I want is a snack.
Ice cream, fried chicken, nachos
And a extra pepperoni thin crust
From Dominos
But I ain't hungry!
I get cold sweats and hot flashes
Cold flashes and hot sweats
All I want is a little bit of sex
(naw, a lotta bit of sex)
But i can't have it
And I'm constantly on edge because
That-clock-wont-stop-fucking-ticking
I've got that syndrome
Sleeping all day well not really
Because I'm having a fight with my ovaries
And my back won't let me sleep on my
Stomach and my stomach
Won't let me sleep on my back.
But the same time my head is
Pounding and my ache's came back
Why me God?
Why me?
It just keeps bleeding and bleeding
And i'm not dying
Even though it is a testament to the strength
We women harvest
I don't have the energy to even disclose
Such an argument
To busy feeling, and not feeling
And dealing with cramps
Backaches
Headaches
Bloating
Eating everything
Eating nothing
Fatigue
Depression
Irritability
Aggression
Mood swings
Far too busy
To acknowledge that even through all that
I still manage to make it through my day
That's strength
Too too busy
To be aware that I am
Breaking up with you for the fourth time today
Which is progress from the 6 times yesterday
baby
Don't take me too seriously
After all
I'm just P-M-Sing
It all goes away soon
Well, until next month begins to crest
In the horizon
And that bitch you hate is back
For another ride