On The Use Of Narcotics For Inspiration Poem by Sophia White

All the wishfuls desperately cry:
“Muse! Muse! O Muse! ”
But where is the muse
To enthuse
Them?

All the hopefuls wretchedly cry:
“Shakspere! Shakspere! ”
But no Bard here
To Hear
Them.

All the amateurs wrenchingly cry:
“Gods! Gods! Gods that be! ”
But no gods see
(If they be)
Them.

All the aspirants wistfully cry:
“Anything – from anyone! ”
And behold: things come.
But when done,
They die.







(no. I do not use drugs.)