A 'DAS'tardly poem

The Bible says he's the devil,
The incarnation of pure evil.
When he bares his teeth in a malicious smile,
Grave suffering follows in a very short while.
No words, just sounds,
He sounds like a real good flutist.
No letters, just symbols,
You'd be convinced he's a cryptologist.
He looks at you and knows you haven't understood,
And that's what makes him feel really good.
Every semester, in and out,
He increases his supple count.
Whether its aaR Ay Cee or aycH eM Tee,
You can forget your bloody degree,
Coz I guarantee you its impossible to pass,
When you have a subject taught by R K DAS.

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