Everyone can see I'm on crutches

It's a vice I/just can't put on ice
I/need to percolate this life into a/
sensuous word/or two

 
It's not a nasty habit
I/don't think it does any harm
in/fact I think there may be some charm/in
construing all I can
to/grab it while it's fresh

 
It's an addiction I/prefer
with diction I/can't
with else replace/it
with regular mister/meaners
let's face it/like

 
I don't smoke, drink
or/gamble
or/swing or use

 
Poetry is my roll, my drug
It/is my risk/it is my
sex, my booze