Poet's Diet

I doesn’t smoke weed; I take rhymes and lyrics. I doesn’t take chocolate; I eat syllables. The other day I was angry, The I was told to spit a haiku; No,I forgot it was a mono. Because I loved chewing sonnets. Bite your tongue to a ballade, Remember others in the acrostic. As they sway their heads to a lyric; Because they had known an ABC. Chronicle their rising in the bio, And their falling in the elegy. May repetition make them known; As allusion completes the mystery of resembrance.