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And here's a review of Nudge by Communist Shakespeare:

When lords of choice arrange the market’s stall,

And bid the poor walk freely through their chains,

They call it “nudge,” a velvet-gloved enthrall,

Where private want in public dress remains.

No tyrant’s boot, no commissar’s command,

But subtle paths where capital still guides;

The worker “chooses” with an empty hand,

While richer wills design the social tides.

Yet grant the book its modest, clever art:

It knows that men are weak, confused, misled;

But dares not strike at ownership’s cold heart,

Nor ask who profits when the sheep are fed.

So praise its wit, but mark its timid range:

It trims the maze where justice asks for change.

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