Opinion of Gin?

[Mexican Wolf]

    Gin, cursed Fiend, with Fury fraught,
       Makes human Race a Prey.
    It enters by a deadly Draught
       And steals our Life away.

    Virtue and Truth, driv'n to Despair
       Its Rage compells to fly,
    But cherishes with hellish Care
       Theft, Murder, Perjury.

    Damned Cup! that on the Vitals preys
       That liquid Fire contains,
    Which Madness to the heart conveys,
       And rolls it thro' the Veins.


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We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die Soon.