My Agnosthesia Poem by Ima Ryma

I found a state that I was sure
I suffered and I found it in
The Dictionary of Obscure
Sorrows which filled me with chagrin.
Agnosthesia being this state
Of not knowing why I do feel
So burdened by unexplained weight,
And stay in bed be the best deal.
My shrink, on hearing me, pooh poohed
This diagnosis as silly stuff,
Then told me, which I thought was rude,
I was not serious enough.

I went from my shrink's couch instead,
And hurried home and went to bed.