John and Jean

John is already gone,
He drinks and smokes all night long,
John is well read, and likes to write songs,
He cannot reconcile his logic with his desire to hit the bong.
So he booked himself into the clinic, class is finally in session,
Today John begins his life, hopefully he learnt his lesson.

Jean strips at the club, she earns her money through sin,
She’s also a cokehead, does what she can to get high again,
So one day Jean decided she had enough, ran away from her job.
Beat the streets, where characters meet, when she was finally robbed,
With nothing left to her name, she cried with tears in her eyes,
When finally she met her pimp named Sole, it was then that her future had died.
Jean sucks dick behind 7-11 for twenty dollars a head,
How could a person with so much potential give up her life to become someone so sad?

John was kicked out of the clinic, he couldn’t follow the path,
So now John reverted back to his old ways, cannot do the math;
That with his current ways, he is stuck in a daze, and lost in an endless maze.
He lost his job, his friends, and his money, look what become of him,
Now he has become just like Jean, completely unclean and permanently writhes in sin.

Is there hope for these characters so depressed, one wonders about their hope?
John just likes dope, and Jean wants a rope, and both of them have hung up their coats.
One lives on the street, one refuses to meet his fate in jail,
So one day poor Jean decided to be clean and stepped on a trains rail,
While John stayed at home getting blown, when the cops kicked in the door;
Give it a rest son, your going to prison, and becoming somebody’s man whore.

What is the lesson of this tale so macabre, one might be given to ask?
That some people are just so far gone, that they have completely run out of gas.
The patch of life swallowed them whole, they were left sputtering in the wind,
So poor Jean and John couldn’t go on, the clockmaker said give it a rest.