There is a wet gorilla on my back; Sweat and confusion I don’t lack

I carry him daily most places I go; the suffering he causes most people don’t know

I get looks of scorn from the folks in my life; their reactions to me, render much strife

They agitate me with words of distain; I am suffering here and they want to complain

Complain I don’t focus, I’m clumsy and lame; They just can’t see my pain

My hormones are raging, my ovaries they took; I live in Paradise and want to write a book

A book about sunshine, happiness and relocation; cause Tennessee is the best state in the nation

But I can’t focus, I’m clumsy and wet: can’t concentrate for all of this sweat

I write little ditties to relieve some of the stress; they say that time will clear up this mess

So I bide my time till the process is done; I look to the future cause the present is no fun