My Worst, Best Girlfriend

I promised myself I'd not again use crutches

and alcohol wise, I've amassed big bunches

of days without uses, never making excuses

and I'm proud in that area, feel zero hysteria

But in one spot I'm weak, my mind's a toddler

for my lady Mary Jane, a desire to coddle her

is sometimes overwhelming, as in right here

yes, I give in for now, beauty trumped all fear

Oh, I'm high as a kite, my mania's ascending

like an alpinist falling to his untimely ending

and I'm ruing my friends, my decision to try it

cos naught changed, not even one tiny bit

So, I'm back on the wagon, gotta be all soberly

in a shot gunning seat where I'll watch over me

starting out once more, this to be my last time

letting go her sweet canes, little helper of mine