Libertarians

Sweet, simple libertarians
To earth you are contrarians.
Lost, but well meaning
And always they are dreaming
About a thing that never was.
Or enviously scheming 
To secure another loan
Just so they could be alone
Watching Joe Rogan, and reading Hayek
In the comfort of some middle-class cul-de-sac.
And with brave wings thought above
Often proudly they will mock
A blood thick brotherhood of love
Forged on such a savage rock. 

Sweet, simple libertarians
To nature you are contrarians.
How will you achieve the grounds
Of a freedom that knows no bounds?
We welcome you to earth
And please excuse our mirth
When we laugh at your surprise
And the look within your eyes
When you discover like the dawn
What planet you are on. 

Sweet, simple libertarians
To the world you are contrarians.
Economics is least and easy
And often rather sleezy.
But for Marxists in reverse
The free market will break the curse
Of all their thought can be
And all their eyes can see.
They have money on the brain
All else is but a drain.
But there is so much that is bigger
So for them it can be fun
To imagine fingers on the trigger
Of a single loaded shotgun.