If only we could plan and organise
The way that other people live, we’d show
That following our rules, sans compromise
Improves society no end. We know
So much. The poor man in the street cannot
Much more than hope he makes the wisest choice
In such a way that helps to stop the rot
That’s at the heart of western life. His voice,
His thoughts, are for himself. But ours are based
On calculations which can take account
Of every consequence. We would not act in haste,
We’d weigh and measure, calculate amount,
Ascribe a figure to the impact each
And every action had and in this way
We’d help Joe Bloggs, the ignorant, to reach
The best all round decision, that’s to say
To put himself and all his needs aside.
For thinking of oneself, we always find
Does not in every case quite coincide
With doing what is best for all mankind.
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