Parody of “Baby, I’m an Anarchist”

Through struggle times,
Through class truce times,
Through Bush and again through Bush
Do you remember the 80s?
It wasn’t a good time
You made some screenprints
I fought the class war

You believe in “Fuck you!”
I believe in people
Even with different taste in music
Oh sorry, were you hitching a ride
to the revolution?
I help build confidence
While you wait around for spontaneous resistance

You plan to get beat up
By the police
You love nothing more
You feel hardcore
You get street cred
But no risk of moving beyond
The comfortable bubble you’ve worked to create in your infoshop.

Cause baby, I’m an anarchist,
You’re a militant reformist.
You invited me to you legal fees benefit
And you came to a workshop we held once
But when it came time to organize those Starbucks workers,
You left me all alone

You start gardens, that never bear fruit
A season’s much too long
And where’s the excitement?
In weeds, rakes and water?
Much better to go to Loblaws and shoplift some nice cheese.

Relying on the protections
Of comrades who came before you
You sat making zines in your parents’ garage
You believe in the leaders
To listen to protests
You think media exposure is a useful end
And to you working class is a four-letter word

We’re all Stalinists
But you’re a radical
You thought I was only kidding
When I screamed out “Fuck Jensen!”
At the top of my lungs
Cause I care for the sick
And I care for the old
No I won’t take your hand
And give up the fight.

Cause baby, I’m an anarchist,
You’re a militant reformist.
You invited me to you legal fees benefit
And you came to a workshop we held once
But when it came time to organize those Starbucks workers,
You left me all alone

Smug militant reformists

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