Period pains

Time becomes to be

Of trips
            Were tricks
And itches
        Ill the stitch

Flip the switch
       Or turn the leaves
The bickering bitches

Find their ease

Were on their knees
Who else knew
murmur murder,
          Friends desert

Inert the whispering
Winds of earth

The turf becoming soft of birth

The girth of whores insides were worth the pleasure of the rides

Besides the point, put a sanitary towel on it