What if every substance known to man

Was tried by a poet

Giving him inspiration for each new creation

Not that one needs inspiration from drugs, heavens, no

You can get it from the sky

Or pick it up off the ground

Or find it in your vomit after you exude the alcohol from your mouth-pores

And get up, staggering, still, a little light-headed now but basically OK

and promptly pass the fuck out.

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what?