The poem “Called a Sin” is about the trials and relief of self-medication.
Don’t ask the gods if they sent sedatives to cure the pain those aches of body’s frame or the trials of mind’s domain indulgence in the medicine not prescribed but still pursued by the drink or much more addressing woes all deplore removing more than agony when composure is reduced inebriation of the whole in pursuit of the profane to be wasted is called a sin this sacrament now denied even as the misery demands a world that’s more humane.
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