While restless in the weary hours
I roam around the campus lake
For Truth and Solitude to scour
But lo! this makes the saintly shake:
For all around there does appear
A myriad of daemon-forms:
Depravity drenched in bile and beer;
Diseases of flesh being the norm.
Behold these frivolous buffoons,
Scholars of finest hedonism
Engrossed in the science of saloons
Until hangover leads to schism.
So with grave haste I do depart
Thankful of being set apart.