Oh sure... br It started innocently enough br br In the beginning br It was a verse here br A sonnet there br The occasional limerick br But before long... br She was hooked! br br She was walking around br In a fog br Fragments of verse br Cluttering her mind br Threatening to steal br Her very soul br br Now... br Admittedly... br She was main-lining br Up to fifty br Poems a day br br She had her regular dealers br That she would visit br And occasionally br She'd try something new br Sometimes, she would br Pedal her wares br She had to admit br It filled a void for something missing... br But what? br br Then one day it came... br The 'intervention' br 'Mom! ! You need to buy groceries! ! br There's no food in the fridge! ! ' br She realized br Then and there br That she had bottomed out...