Recovery Ditty
 

Ten green bottles.
Drugs paraphernalia 
Living in squalor.
A sense of failure.

I wanna make a recovery.

Clean up my flat.
Let in the cat.
Put on a nicotine patch.

I wanna make a recovery.

Take out the bins.
Buy some vitamins.
Forgive my own sins.

An epiphany! Now I see,
my own personal Jesus must be me.

I wanna make a recovery.
Marshall my inner cavalry.
Have a shit, a shower and a shave,
and feel great!

I wanna be that man
stepping off a train,
with a sense of purpose
on a sunny day.
I want my wife to text me
'Little Johnny, Little Sally are ok,
and wish Daddy luck
making the world a place
worth growing up straight'.

I wanna make a recovery,
meditate and drink green tea.
Do solid poos, contribute
to society.
Go on a journey of self-discovery.
As the song  goes, ‘ I’ve never been to me’.
I’ll be a nauseating, life-celebrating,
rehabvangelical cliché.
Purple Lazarus, old and boring,
buzzing being clean ‘n’ free.
Living.
For real.
In recovery.