Witless Wit, Drawling Dope
He'll never go quiet, despite our hope.
Dithering here, Blundering there
He continues to talk; does anyone care?
How little we must be to warrant a pause,
How foolish are we beneath his towering cause
How grateful are we for his keen insights,
Questions? No, but he'll answer...
His words bury thought beneath their weight
We can but commiserate
Stupidly we sit before a one man debate.
Facts he has in legion
He's made our decision,
Why care? He's still there.
Defenestrate his Truth.
I've. Learned. Nothing.
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Got a boring, lecture-type professor? ;)
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