and it comes as no crime ~ AI frees up man giving him some spare time
not for leisure or help keep fit ~ but more screen time to do endless sh!t
By
David Kavanagh
She's very determined
Not desperate
She's not a gold digger
Whatever she owns
She works very hard for
She have a lot of integrity
She always standout in the society.
Whatever love she gets
She never misuse or abuse
She's grateful
So she doesn't become disgraceful
Because she knows the game
Steadily living life according
To her pace not societal race.
She knows what she needs
That's why she never settles
For societal wants
Because every deeds
Comes with a ripple effect
She's very independent
Not a liability
She's always available for productivity.
Where can I find this special kind of woman!?
“Good night, everyone!”
One by one, they retreat to their rooms,
Drifting into dreams,
Resting for the day ahead.
But I remain.
In the dim glow of the living room,
Laptop perched on a blue table,
Wi-Fi connected, headphones on,
Soft LoFi hums through Spotify—
My only company.
VS Code flickers to life.
Electricity is nocturnal here,
A fleeting guest that only stays at night.
I must seize this moment.
An hour passes—
Then darkness.
The fan stops, screens fade,
Devices gasp for charge.
I crack the window open,
And the sound of crickets creeps in.
Midnight.
The world is asleep.
Everyone—except two.
A coder and his machine,
Locked in silent dialogue,
Building something that matters.
I wish my laptop could talk,
Wish it had a voice,
But it only obeys,
Processing instructions,
Devoid of emotions.
It cannot fill the silence,
Cannot break the solitude.
I exhale,
My own breath, startling me.
I make a sound—
Just to be sure, I still can.
Maybe I’m not lonely.
Maybe I’m just alone.
A lone wolf,
Building his own pack.
Lately teaching is about gossiping
Sipping on information to discredit another teacher
Blowing the whistle to try and harness someone’s weakness
So that the teacher that is gossiping can benefit
By trying to belittle someone
In so many schools
Teaching isn’t the main objective
The horror of gossiping floats through the staffroom
While religious robots add to this dilemma
Our fight before was against slavery
But we are creating a new history in schools called gossip
I’m tired of the gossiping teacher
Why are you teaching if all you do is gossip?
Can anyone tell me what happened to our teachers?
“The hardest part of being an educator is because of the adults and not the
learners”
Young teacher, take your gossip and throw it in the ocean
Older teacher, take your gossip and throw it in the ocean
Drown the gossip and sip on the reality of building up an individual!
Can’t I just sit on my own and enjoy the view
Our fight before was against slavery
Now its gossiping at school
Hence, in so many schools
Teaching isn’t the main objective
The horror of gossiping floats through the staffroom
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Depression makes it hard to do the simplest chores,
Like doing the dishes or mopping the floors.
It’s difficult to wash your clothes,
To just wake up or clean your toes.
Impossible to get up out of bed,
With guilt and sadness filling your head.
Some of us feel nothing at all,
Everyday harder and harder to clearly recall.
When you simply can't move or speak,
Sometimes for a day, others for a week.
To get out of depression takes effort and time,
So when you see others struggle, always be kind.
"Life is short!" Cliched.
But true. Each day that goes by
Is never regained
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