Witch! Snitch! Whining child!
Can’t you see your life’s too wild?
Where is all the love absorbed?
The years of care, free meals and board?
Don’t you think it’s time to give
Back, now you’re free to live
In a world of your own making?
Smack! Crack! Give it up!
What’s the point in shooting up?
How can you bear to be controlled
By something so lethal and dearly sold?
Where’s the freedom you were taught
Was yours? But now you’re caught
In the addiction trap you set yourself.
(Mum, Dad, please don’t feel bad.
Accept my thanks for the life she had.)
