do not have rights.
Neither do those whose abilities withered.
They forfeit, therewith, the right to high life.
Down the tubes, losers and rubes.
This is what fairness demands.
Yesterdays fester? Join your ancestors.
Comply, no crying, no wringing of hands.
The old, the sick, the weak, the disabled,
I deem you all undesirable. Those I've labeled
unworthy or useless — wasters of space —
can not be a part of MY MASTER RACE:
Wealth Creators, Rulers Supreme,
every last manjack a near-divine being.
What we do is what merit means.
The rest, I attest … a hill of beans.
The whole universe revolves about us.
Everyone else is superfluous.
If what you do, nobody needs,
that is not merit. That is a weed.
We are the core. We are fundamental.
We are essential. We are transcendental.
By our abilities, the world succeeds.
We are entitled to celebrate greed.