Welcome back, from wherever you have been Squarejaw. Here's a poetic response:
I laughed, I cried, I nearly died.
The pain. The pleasure. In equal measure.
Wave upon wave. My body was wracked.
My mind disengaged and time went untracked.
Revulsion. Confusion. I could reach no conclusion.
Was it hinted, or dinted? Had my mind simply linted?
Over and over. From every angle.
Purpose and meaning I tried to untangle.
What choice to choose? Did the author give clues?
Is he a muse? Or just out to confuse.
Did I steal his thunder, when I told him "I wonder"?
Will he get o'er it, or chunder his gazzunder?
And so I choose to respectfully decline,
to choose one of his. I'll stick with mine
I don't know what it's called, or who originally wrote it, but it seems to fit...