He doesn’t know I’ve been going to some meetings,

And he has an air about him

Like a goose before a storm.

He feels a change and it seems good,

Like barometric pressure,

But what strange cloud is up upon us?

I’ve been attending nymphomaniacs anonymous.

They say when one gets better 

The other gets worse,

And one question is, which will come first?

And the other one is,

What are you gonna do if they cure me?

-jenn