The Poetry Drug

Snort the lines

Until ink drips onto your desk

Pop words like pills

Until your stomach aches with fullness

Drink surrealism

Until you vomit leopards

Smoke Neruda like crack

Hit a bong full of Baudelaire

Inject haiku heroin

But this word-induced high

Sticks like glue in your memory

You'll never kick the addiction

But it won't kill you

You may even grow brain cells

Instead of having them decay

Like soap bubbles

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