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
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