Ayn Rand Poem by Patti Masterman
Ayn Rand
Rating: ★3.0
Ayn Rand was one helluva man
With eyes scintillating, of granite and sand
Rough edges hewn, by a calloused hand
I get what she's saying, but I'm not a fan.
Ayn Rand, she went down to dust
Leaving her wisdom entrusted to us
While she was stirring, it made quite a fuss
But I'd never be one, to jump on that bus.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving
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8/16/2026 3:13:26 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
cool person to write about. brave to write about her. the first line is perfect