ode to sweet vicodin

Oh how I love thee. You permit me to go live my life care free. When ever I'm feeling down or that chest pain comes back or if I skip breakfast, you're always there to pick me up. So dependable. People give you a bad name (especially them movie stars), but you're alright in my book. I don't understand why people call you addictive. If by "addictive" they mean helping get through my day, the by God, you're addictive. If that's wrong then I don't want to be right. Oh sweet vicodin.