Cranky, anxiety, and irate disgust I am feeling
This is every last month I am suffering.
Red stains colognes in dark damp range
I am now the creature neglected and unheeded.
Inviting every months for the reason
I am not permissible and the pain is intolerable.
I wish them not to come again
Exhausted I feel and almost drained.
Nevertheless at a time I bet to raise and race
Gracefully within to welcome you always.
Crushing and forbearing all the vain
Since I can feel rightly you come up with hope and rain.