Here you will find the Poem Drunk And Disorderly of poet Ada Cambridge
Poor, staggering brute, whom one and all disdain! Maybe 'twas outraged Nature bade him slake His thirst like this ? to still the gnawing ache Of weary bones that else would ache in vain. Maybe crushed spirit and stagnating brain Only in this delirious fever wake To transient joys of fancy that can take The sting from want, the bitterness from pain. Punish the drunkard! Confiscate the bowl! But give fair wage for work, give health and hope To check the waste that calls for such repair; Give food to toil- worn body and starved soul, And give the pinched imagination scope For sensuous pleasure in a purer air.