Heroin is my shepherd I shall always want It maketh me to lie down in gutters It leadeth me beside troubled waters It destroyeth my soul It leadeth me in the paths of Hell for its name's sake Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will fear no evil For heroin art with me My syringe and foil shall comfort me Thou strippest the table of groceries in the presence of mine family Thou anointest my head with madness My cup runneth over with sorrow Surely hate and evil shall follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of misery and disgrace for ever.
There are various versions of this on the go and more than one story about who wrote it but they make the same point and make it well, although thankfully the last line isn't necessarily always the case and I've spent today in the company of a number of men who've moved house from that particular house of misery and disgrace, even though they're still in "The Big House" (jail).
For those unfamiliar with it, here's the original Psalm 23:
The LORD is my shepherd; I have everything I need. He lets me rest in fields of green grass and leads me to quiet pools of fresh water. He gives me new strength. He guides me in the right paths, as he has promised. Even if I go through the deepest darkness, I will not be afraid, LORD, for you are with me. Your shepherd's rod and staff protect me. You prepare a banquet for me, where all my enemies can see me: you welcome me as an honoured guest and fill my cup to the brim. I know that your goodness and love will be with me all my life; and your house will be my home as long as I live.