whorehouse

what is higher education but the prostitution of learning?
too many visits to the brothel have left my genitals burning.
the pimps of academia have worked their whores into disease.
for the price of tuition you can have lit'rature on its knees.
they say the sciences will give you more bang for your buck
but so many johns choose business then find out she doesn't fuck.
she has become pimp herself, and now just gives referrals.
she doesn't put out, but she knows girls with murdered morals.
art works the weekend shift and will love you 'til you sleep,
but her love is addictive and she'll fleece you like a sheep.
mathematics is an unwilling whore, the brothel's coldest slut
but those who can pay her price, well, you can see it in their strut.
all the girls have their appeals and each man has his favorite
my personal choice is film, because she listens to my shit.
for so long i couldn't choose a girl, i was undeclared.
and now i love all the whores but it's the pimps of whom i'm scared.
they've made the chief mistake in the sex-for-money game
they're in love with their whores and now they hate to see them shamed.
so they beat the customers and drive away their clientelle,
i say fuck it, burn the whorehouse and i'll see you pimps in hell.