If Paul Ryan Wrote Poetry

We’ve been dreaming of this since I’ve been around,
since you and I were drinking at a keg.

Those were the days when America was good,
alas black abysses we could not foresee

but boys will be boys ‘fore men become men,
boy oh boy, we are leaders of men!

Now sit back and watch these dependable hands
sculp white kingdoms made from the sand

to glimmer beneath God’s mighty white teeth
His coliseum round where victors are crowned;

the losers shall lose and eat their own folly, lest
poor huddled masses enslave us choice few-

oh Mr. Spencer, he knew what is true;
oh dear Ayn, accepts what she sees:
the strongest of strong is how it must be.

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