Poem: Our Sober Friend

AA-articleLargeWhat’s the point of being sober, he wondered

if you still behave like a narcissistic drunk?

Wouldn’t it be better for everyone, including him, if nothing really changes

or changed?

He could stay rooted in the toxic swamp that fed him amply, bloating his self-loathing

to inoperable proportions.

He should drink, he should be a drunken diviner of nirvana

and then everything shall be explained in one unified theory:

the why he is this way, unreliable and untrustworthy,

the way we like our alcoholics.

Poison is the hardest habit to kick.

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