Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou art much thiccer than humidity
an in the times that clouds turn gray
your wrath will worse than any deity
I may love your warmth
and your soft white skin
but I could love you more
If I found myself within
There will be a time
when the red river will flow
when tensions rise
and anger will grow
It is in these times that I will saw, nail and cut
to finally build you, that ****** menstrual hut