The Puffing Professor’s Funeral
The long smooth exhale
Effortlessly sailing smoke
Into the dimly lit room;
The puffing professor
Glances across his giant desk
Only to see you;
Humility is vice
Knowledge is gold,
Yet…
The universe dice
The future untold,
Religion is vice
Morality for old
Random is our life
Meaningless our fold
Superiority meets countenance
Elitism upon the tongue
Elegance within vanity
Pompous was his sanity
He was the doctor
He was the mocker
The puffing professor
Never knew the Son
Ridiculed Him with a pun,
And the puffing professor
Chose to be done.
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