Selfishness, Or Not Poem by Jackie Chou

I find it odd.
Ayn Rand encourages selfishness
in a 1964 book.

I've always thought
the world was a hot pot
and we were all in it together-
tofu, fish balls, sirloin steak,
and all.

Or maybe the steak
grows legs and runs away
leaving its kinsmen
to be cooked on their own
in the boiling soup.

Maybe it sees a shrink
who tells it to focus on itself
whenever it drifts off
into the stories of others-
the shrimp, the cabbage,
for example.

Maybe it's unaware
that caring only about oneself
is not only atrocious,
but impossible-
existing only in theory
like in the book.