Poetrie: A Poem

About

My stomach was uneasy, but now it's at rest.
My thirst was aflame, but now it is quenched.
My sex was aroused, but now it is quiet.
I ached all over, but now I feel well.

Where, pray tell, are my thoughts in all of this?
Why, I'm right here.
It's me writing this little rhyme,
Which, somewhat surprisin',
Is ending up with an attack on itself!

Man, that's weird,
Even for us poetic types...

--Jan Cox