X vs Y (or this really shouldn't be titled)

Note: You might want to give this a miss if you're a guy.

There is a time that comes around once a month,

When a woman walks down a path,

The pain endured is like no other,

That the woman can only blame her father,

For providing that wretched X chromosome,

When Y would have been so much less troublesome,

Because you see, when a cell dies,

It goes down in a frenzy, all cries,

It tears down endometrium walls,

From all the grand halls,

Violently, like an imp with claws,

But it's not against the laws,

What was once a womb,

Suddenly feels like a tomb,

While sometimes she just couldn't be bothered,

At other times she's just annoyed,

Because all the gore

Can really get to be a bore,

And again there's the pain,

Which is simply quite plain,

Oh, monthly woe

You have stepped on my toe!

Inspired by hormones, pain, and Tim Burton's Vincent.