The junkie is the man who bleeds
and undertakes a trip to Rome as Dvore-Leah
who enters the estuary
and always for the rest does as he pleases 

He is the man who knows the windy street
where in the portals the connections meet
where whores share dope with whores
and from a-far glows one of many doors

He mixes water coke and horse
into a tasty li’l brown juice
he puts into his stream of blood

Her stoops when he feels he is G’d
and gives his last to the blackened poor
the junkie ain’t the man who steals, what’s more