I live in verse,
And speak in rhyme.
There's no way out;
It's all the time.

My breath's a pulse,
I love in style.
I'm friends with stanzas,
There's no denial.

Consumed in poems,
My heart is filled
With peace, and fun.
I'm joyed and thrilled.

I take a breath,
I mean, a pulse.
I can't escape,
It's all impulse.