The one that wasn’t meant to be

I ran, wondering if I could make it,

My instincts weren't sound enough,

I'd given up sleep for this and I admit,

I did not foresee the bluff

I hadn't a clue why I was taking it,

As I entered the cramming was on,

So was the last minute lifesaving shit,

Dint bother me, my moment was gone

I walked in uneasy; I'd made my peace,

I was just gonna let it pass,

Said he, the tall fat guy, 'Shut up please

Relax, no test today, I dismiss this class'

The death of the PPT

Ah, what would life be without the PPT,
Empty audi and an emptier high tea,
With them done, life wouldn't be the same again,
The oh so lovely monologues of mck, bcg n bain

And the placecommer; spare him a thought,
This ain't what the disciplinarian had sought,
No one to order around, nobody to fine,
Blasphemy he cried, when the PGP1 dared to opine

As he sat back and recollected his spoils of yore
The pride, the 'audacity', the fcuk he kept in check before,
The harried PGP1s, their schedules, their mindspace,
Wonderful were those PPTs, sweet were the times of Place