Objectivist Free Will Nightmare
Last night I dreamed
Rand Paul walked up to me
as I sat working at my desk,
in his suit and wide red tie,
curly hair oiled
like a delicate machine.
He tipped up my chin, grasped it firmly
and planted a kiss on my lips
while I froze.
"My god," I whispered,
"I've kissed a libertarian."
and sunk my face in my palms.
A wave of shame consumed me,
as I sat deregulated,
more broken than an oil spill;
Mr. Paul smiled a small
controlled happy smile,
and walked on to the next desk.
~ January 2015
Yes, I really dreamed this. Not much of a poem, but it cracked me up, so thought I'd share.
Edit: Forgot to add for those not into U.S. politics, that Rand Paul is a republican-libertarian Senator from Kentucky, and son of Ron Paul, de facto founder of the Libertarian Party.
