Rain, rain, go away,
come again some other day?
Are you serious? In West Texas?

Recovery, sanity, go away,
I’m tired, depressed, don’t want to.
Oh, but I want you, Recovery.
I want all the benefits, all the joy,
all the self-worth, the peace I’ve found.
I just don’t want to work the program.
Stay around, pour your blessings on me,
just do it without my willingness,
without my work, without my commitment,
without my being involved. I don’t want to be a puppet.
I’ve said that many times. But today I do.
Pull my strings, drag me along, pour the bounty on me
but don’t make he hold up my end of the commitment.
Okay?

No.