(SR) JUNKIE FUCKS
ON
the
JUNKIE
FUCKS
of
LOWER LEITH WALK
He tried to tear the horror from himself,
Searching in the sockets of his eyes with needles
Till they burst blood
The Phoenician Woman
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Strophe
There’s a Junkie Fuck
Everywhere you look
: in Leith
Great Junkie Street
Five-minutes-to-midnight
Zombie-crowded cash-machines
Kids like, ‘Where’s-my-crack-pipe?’ Kinnon
Grinnin’ into school
Thinkin’ he was cool
‘I’m never injecting,’ he blusters upsetly
Blazin’ ’bout his Best Friend’s funeral:
At the Wake… to ease his grief… shoots up for first time!
His crack-whore ‘Wudya,’ works Leith Links’s edges
A posh-painted picture pick’d up by drunk dockers
While her daughter chews straws at McDonalds.
There’s a Smackie Kunt
Always on the hunt
: in Leith
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Antistrophe
There’s a Junkie Worm
Every corner turn’d
: in Leith
The Skag is a slippery, shrieking Beast
Cunning as Fox, strong as Lion
Foul as farting Pig
Don’t listen to what they say, but how they say it,
Bullshit Defence Mechanism takes control
Insidious serpent contorting thought
How the hell can ya call it glamorous?
When glamping means begging up the North Bridge
Contemplating suicide in torn, soggy shoes
Viledom’s finest scourge Leith Walk
Piping, ‘We are young… We can handle it…’
‘…We could drop it just like that.’
There’s a Bag-Head Prick
Itching itself sick
: in Leith
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Epode
There’s a Junkie Fool
Shuffling past yer school
: in Leith
I was twenty-one once,
Busking down Bournemouth
Boozing wi’ beggars
I’d follow’d ‘em into a nappy-dirty yard
Watching ‘em cook up their hard-earned stuff
& said, ‘I’ll have a go,’ in all innocence
‘You don’t wanna try,’ said Feathers,
‘Do I not?… alright…’ three days later
I found him overdosing in his tent
Never babysit a Smack-Head!
If you show signs of weakness they will take
& scrounge & lie & steal & take & scrounge & take &…
There’s a Junkie Shmuck
Lonely, Soul-less, Stuck
: in Leith
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