The Professor’s Peanut Butter Tell me a tale, Muse, of tyranny, Of free men who can no longer be free, And how the most absurd, barbaric rules, Emerge from universities and schools, Making a desert where one used to find A permanent oasis of the mind. I need a stronger muse to sing my theme: POLITICAL CORRECTNESS reigns supreme! Behold her minions: DULNESS, CENSORSHIP Giving my muse a swollen, bloody lip! Alas, I’m forced to sing my song alone So please turn off your mobile telephone. Past quadrangles built from the best sandstone, The Gothic arches built last century, The…