I went to a Poets Anonymous meeting the other day.
It went a little something like this...

My name is Joey, and I'm a poet.
Hi, Joey.

I'm trying to get over my addiction to words, sounds, and emotions.
You're a poet trying to kick the habit? Let us know how that works for you...

I'm here to enter into a state of recovery.
Good luck with that, you stupid bastard.

I'm serious. I would like to get better. I'm tired of being misunderstood. This ends now!
Okay then... just grab a cup of coffee, sit down, and shut up.