Oxycontin Prognosis Poem by Ima Ryma

OxyContin, pain killer drug,
A lot of docs do prescribe me.
By all the age groups I am dug
As escape from reality.
Killing pain has become big biz,
And I am considered top shelf.
And where I am, addiction tiz.
I am craved by folks like yourself.
You'll sell your soul to buy my kind.
You'll let your loved ones go through hell.
I am all that is on your mind,
And odds are that you won't get well.

You want to kill the pain - I will.
After a time - tiz you I'll kill.