thanks to the bluntness of objectivism
i'm out of good vodka, and no stage for a toast

"it's a cult of greedy virgins"
yells out the friend that drinks the most

all this before the girls arrive
"rational self-interest? here, toss over that knife"

he cuts himself to prove his point
which shows somehow the axioms to be disjoint

that's when the skirts come shuffling in
the arguments subside and tonic mixes with the gin