Jun 2018
What did the alcohol ****
Besides all of your friendships
Your liver and will to be healthy
It killed your desire to fight
Left you in a puddle of ****
Covered in money
You smell like ****
But you're rich
That alcohol made you weak
You dropped your picket signs
Your ability to organize
Went straight for the paycheck
Whiteness kept you sheltered
Your class status kept you fed
You replaced fighting for the people
With drinking for no purpose
Besides all of your friendships
Your liver and will to be healthy
It killed your desire to fight
Left you in a puddle of ****
Covered in money
You smell like ****
But you're rich
That alcohol made you weak
You dropped your picket signs
Your ability to organize
Went straight for the paycheck
Whiteness kept you sheltered
Your class status kept you fed
You replaced fighting for the people
With drinking for no purpose
This is about my fear of becoming complacent in life, of losing my desire to struggle for the working class. I've seen radical friends become complacement alcoholics bent more on getting a fat paycheck than in making radical change in their community and world. Alcohol is not the root cause of this, but I think it aids complacency. When you become OK with a constant paycheck at a meaningless job, when you become OK with choosing to dedicate most of your time to drinking rather than organizing, when you become OK with growing up to become just like your depressed, defeated, hopeless parents. THAT is complacency.
