objectivists are like mosquitoes
they bite and they suck
the life out of victims
that don't have the luck
of a life that allows
them a chance to succeed
so the objectivists suck
and the victims bleed

old ladies with bug spray
run around the room
mumbling something about jesus
and fine french perfume
chasing the golden devil
out the stubborn few
that do just what old ladies
demand they cannot do

i'm sitting by the fire
mosquito on my arm
laughing about jesus
and all that do me harm
mad with the tingling
sensation of pain
a predator content
with being the prey