ethics class of mine

scrambling sun in my eyes
the long walk to the class
defying the strength of a human
i get ready to hear that farce.

bollocks full of crap
raging goes ethics, in my mind
each moral lesson
does nothing but me, blind.

talks of socrates
blasts of aristotle
mingling my head hard
each word a narcotic bottle.

bringing me to the edge
frustrating me to push him through
that morality's class
where none of us have worth to do.

drowsy, dreamy and lousy
the prof scampers for my soul
with all that s**t that he blares
maps a screaching hole.

harshly blaming hedonism
for my guilty pleasures
spoiling each smile of my past
none of these, he treasures.

with a whimper it ends
the tempest that he did start
each concern that he raised
in the end, not worthy a fart.