Slam down the biological clock,
Screaming at me tick tock, tick tock.

Clomid, Metformins, that thirsty blood sucking syringe,
Like it’s a past life revenge.
Ensure a supply of Collagen and vitamins,
Don’t you dream of a bottle of Heineken.
Gluten free, high protein,
Your unsolicited advice is truly bothering.

Despair aligned to the moon waxing or waning,
My wombs agnst is silently draining.
Soaked bedsheets after nightfall,
Awkward moments covered by a shawl.
Hair and bumps on pretty face,
This disease plaguing me with its every trace.

Aligned to the moon waxing or waning,
My wombs agnst is silently draining.

I would rather run into a blissful eternity,
Like a howling she-wolf into darkness, wild and free.

Slam down the biological clock,
Screaming at me tick tock, tick tock.