The unseen, unwashed,
unclean might have been me
sitting in the doorway when it was you
passing by
on your way to a
good time...

..and me with some life,
though living's not included
excluded from society
so you on your way
do not have to see
the door or the
way that it might possibly be.

In the night,
I drift off to
some wine and a lift with
a tranq' or two
until I realise a drift's
what you
want me to be.