Ode of parting to libertarianism

Woe is me,
My libertarian soul,
My brain thinks it's free,
But perhaps it ain't so.

They told me that guilt,
They told me that blame,
And all the world's praise,
High fives and shame,

Only made sense,
Could only carry,
Their fully moral weight,
With power to the contrary.

Behold and beware,
It seems now to me,
That this isn't true,
Dear determinacy.

To say 'shame on you',
No metaphysics requires,
Save a shared understanding,
And no crossed wires.

This grasp of the good,
This agreement of life,
Is what makes blame and praise,
Clear and sharp as a knife.

Good bye libertarian,
You've ceased to make sense,
Compatibilist self,
You're not quite as dense.

The world is in flux,
And my will is free,
The two are related,
But how, it beats me.