There once was a druggie named Jane
Ate handfuls of Vicodin, that much was plain
Constipation
Consternation
Bricks aren't much fun, you know, it was pain
You have to stop this, my little Jane
Said the part of her mind that was still slightly sane
You could die
From getting high
She finally got off that fool train
Detox took hold of our pretty Jane
She was pulled hard. Held brutal to the rein
It wrenched her. It gagged her
It shook her and slammed her
Till finally it passed. Left her with her long lost brain.
Torn up and skinny our frail little Jane
Softly sought the wisdom she needed to gain
Hard hearted PAWS crept up And stayed right there and would not let up
It kept her in the cellar tied to a chain
But she has a core of strength, our Jane
She's got it now. It's all been her bane
The chains have freed her
We hope God speeds her
Her work has not been in vane