A poem about my college situation

<p>I settle on campus, an old fashioned gent
I find the other people’s morals are bent
They cannot be wise, or so I would think
All these guys do is have sex and drink
I entered this realm to start a new life
But now all I find are handfuls of strife
The girls are promiscuous, their views are absurd
Refer to themselves with the B-word
So I close my door, tighten the lock
Me and my iBooks are ready to rock
My old Mac Classic…they’re all that I’ve got
What has come of the wars I have fought?
I had thought I’d be with very nice folk
But this college life is all one big joke
I try to study, but I soon learn my fate
I cannot focus, I am kept up too late
The noise is ungodly, like nails on the board
I don’t know how much more I’ll afford
I have my visions, but yet I despair
For I am the last of those who care</p>

<p>Wow - what a shame - what college do you attend?</p>