Profiteering Poem by chris dawson

A profligate professor peruses those before
Wide-eyed absorbed disciples
Whose souls cry out for more
Fixed upon his every word
And notion that he spews
Malleable, impressionists
His mind constructs their views

Such power has this libertine, they won’t identify
Their naïve thirst deludes
The truth passes them by
For more they want and more they’ll get
Far more than they have paid
The profligate professor’s course
Ensures they will get laid