Look upon my scar-ed face, chump, and despair;
second glance, my onyx dome– luminous, denude of hair.
Gaze at my wife, a vision: plump, and thick with child;
Hear my voice, a piercing siren– every note in any style.
Picture yourself, if at your best you could dare imagine,
in my place, your throbbing love the size and strength of stallions–
buck, but like the world, come limp at your command.
Johan Riley, at your side; Henry Gunther, right hand man.
(Envy all that I’ve achieved, but in it take
a grain of salt. Though blessed I am, no man
would I’ve become, were not for the sake
of the great John Galt)! So thank Ayn Rand
who taught us all, there is nothing wrong with greed and might.
Take it from me, Seal Olumide Samuel: Socialism is Kryptonite.