The Sophist

2014-08-05 12:00 am

My Nicomachean ethics dictate every day,
Every day I sleep until I'm late,
I place blame on my friends and family,
Regarding problems I create,
Leading all our lives astray,
I pay friends to rape my fiance,
Go to church, kneel down, and pray.
I waste my life away,
Raise my kids like JonBenet,
Rotten melons in Easter hay,
So well my part I play,
Shadows fades, the suns awake.
Used socks left a-hang,
Stinking up the atrium of the Global Chalet.