| Power corrupts but PowerPoint corrupts absolutely | | Print | |
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Public speakers have fears Of boring you to tears
My brain they disjoint When they use PowerPoint
I’m spoiling for a spat When you talk to me at
Enough of your cant Make it relevant
It’s not your clothes That makes me loath
I vent my spleen Upon the machine
Give us this unction That your projector malfunction
And your accursed rambling Makes me long for ambling
Why are you shy To look me in the eye
PowerPoint presenter You whom I resenter
How you drone In your monotone
Numbers, and charts in every detail When will this end I long to wail |
