Stepping out of your bullshit, I feel fine--
I don’t need your dull meetings
All the time--
No need for twelve steps to be free,
No, I’d rather just drink and be me--
No need to confess or deny--
There are plenty of jerks drunk or dry--
High or low, sad or happy, or pissed--
No, your love and your God won’t be missed--
Fuck Bill Wilson and his cult of AA,
Where the faithful work his bull every day--
If you really want to quit, then just quit,
But don’t feed me your pious horseshit--
If it works for you, then good luck--
Higher power or not--who gives a fuck.
March 13, 2011
--Alexander Shaumyan