by Mike Cecconi
fuck you Ayn Rand
we are all majestic
fuck you Ayn Rand
libertarians are just fascists who want to smoke dope
allied with churchies who honestly believe smoking dope is worse than
being a fascist
fuck you Ayn Rand
I will not be measured by the weight of my inheritance
or the inheritance that I leave
my investment portfolio is immaterial
never mind that it is also non-existent
fuck you Ayn Rand
I will not heap cruelty upon others just to prosper
I’d rather be kind than rich
I’d rather be humiliated than not be humane
everyone’s made of all the same stuff
I won’t deny it like you do
fuck you Ayn Rand
every soul is an irreplaceable artifact of joy
fuck you Ayn Rand
you will not judge me with your black corroded heart
life is not a high-yield architecture
life is not some stockyard atrocity
life is a short sweet shared breath
spit into the face of an absent god
ruminated in four stomachs for eighty-some-odd years
and manifest in our few moments of grace and peace
fuck you Ayn Rand
physical achievement is largely luck or cheating
fuck you Ayn Rand
power is the residue of arrogance and horror
fuck you Ayn Rand
every apple orchard refutes you with its beauty
will not be swallowed by the maw of industrial convenience and pitiless
entitlement
will shine beyond your childish conniving
will love despite the depths of your shallow want
fuck you Ayn Rand
starving children disprove you every morning with their longshot hopes
with their ability to smile through suffering
you want to rule a feudal fiefdom, they just want to eat tomorrow
high school musicals in Iowa puke upon your shoes
old blind men in Memphis obliterate you with the blues
lovers trample the corpses of your savage bullshit ideas in the night
but all I can say is “fuck you”
fuck you Ayn Rand
Fox News knows they’re joking
the greasepaint is obvious
your philosophy is a vaudeville act at best
the maudlin run-on press releases of a false genius wannabe princess
the higher-ups know that it’s all just jest
and no they don’t take bets
fuck you Ayn Rand
with the rushing waters of gentle charity
with a plea for pleasant parity
fuck you hard
fuck you with a rusty chainsaw
our guitars will overwhelm you
fuck you Ayn Rand
teenage kisses overwhelm your illness
fireflies dissipate your parochial poisons
our hearts eclipse the value of your precious petrodollars
fuck you Ayn Rand
the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing us we don’t exist
and I call bullshit
starting now
(from OCCUPY WALL STREET POETRY ANTHOLOGY at https://peopleslibrary.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/occupypoems1.pdf)
