"The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me." Ayn Rand
In the land of Libertaria
The stoplights always blink!
Especially where the wealthy live--
The rest are out of sync.
In the land of Libertaria
The roads are paved so well.
Unless the roads are rural roads
Where the potholes can be hell.
In the land of Libertaria
The schools are all top-notch!
But outside Ayn Rand's pristine land
School buildings daily rot.
In the land of Libertaria
Prisons are privatized.
And the poor are given lots of jobs
So shareholders can thrive.
In the land of Libertaria
The well-to-do live long.
The poor, however--but hell! Who cares?
I'm sure they'll scrape along.
In the land of Libertaria
The wealthy reign supreme.
As for the other ninety-nine--
They'll always have their wet dreams.
