An Ode to Mistress Ayn Rand
O, give not out of charity,
Of that you must beware,
Creating for all parity,
By cutting your fair share.
O, do not give your wealth, my son!
That way does madness lie,
For there you'll lose all we have won,
And there our power will die.
Beware the sharers-out-for-all,
They'll rob you for your worth,
And give your wealth to City Hall,
To finance talent's dearth.
Now keep yourself from charity,
Be sure your balances to fatten,
Run like the plague from parity,
From you old dad, signed: Satan.
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