Prose Fiend

I’m a prose fiend
   It’s my dopamine
I inject it with a pencil  
     With the potential it will give me a high better than any amphetamine
Then my brain reigns supreme
     Hiding a larger scheme
The stencil is essential
     With a beast mode better than the average if you know what I mean
 
I’m a poem addict
     It’s a vicious habit
I insert it with a pen
    When I make the time to do a line and rhyme to redesign my wildest dreams
It’s bulging in my genes
     Splitting at the seams
Wanting a good bump
     Then jump at the chance of indulging in composing like a writing machine
 
I’m a verse junkie
      Like a banana to a monkey
It has a certain…appeal
     But it’s a real obsession no one questions because they haven’t intervened
And so it seems
     I can slip by unseen
I’m the type of hype
     Who puts it in a pipe and quotes it in smoke signals since I’ve been quarantined
 
I’m a rhyme user
     A compulsive abuser
I’m doing it now with puns
     I’m so spun on having a ton of fun because in the long run I might never be clean      
Sorry I caused a scene
     Just look at your screen
But I feel write as rain
      When the ink courses through my veins unrestrained because I’m a prose fiend