To all users of A.I. I say,
while I write with my OWN brain each day,
I find you pathetic.
Your license poetic
should be canceled and taken away.
To all AI users
There once was a girl, Sandra Dee
Who claimed her poems, AI free
Her writes were perfection
But on closer detection
Seeing through, was easy to see
So, what to do with this kid
Do we shout at PS to get rid
Or give her chance
Her poetry enhance
Till she writes with what’s in her lid
Sometimes I’m sure, can be done
If we’re not, too quick to shun
With some persuasion
The realization
That real writing is not so dumb
Are you taking yourself for a ride
Is there really a sense of pride
In cheating your brain
When you know you could reign
It’s that poet inside must decide.
Don’t be reckless, rude or silly,
as a user of the road you have duties,
duties to other road users and vehicles,
you might lose your licence straight away,
sadly others might be maimed or even killed,
on foot of dangerous actions on your behalf,
as others weep, breakdown or mourn,
the loss of loved ones, friends, relations,
special needs buses spring to mind,
they the buses have either stop sign,
or a red-light as alert one should obey,
must I spell this out any further?
the police maybe close at hand,
to capture that telltale car number plate,
and then your shameful day in court,
your sentence, devil driver, life long shame
She had enough of it. Too many people in the town treat her as if she is a house elf or below dirt. The brown eye girl feels like they are trying to push her to the limits causing her more damage. Those people keep trying her patience to where she’ll have a break down of some kind or just off on someone. The week had been tough enough on her stress levels and anxiety with her laptop breaking,ear buds being ran over and to top it off being told off as if she was a small child. What will it take for them to see the brown eye girl for who she is? It’s almost as if no matter what she does to prove herself to them all they see is what the vision they have of her. To them all she is; is her down falls what she can’t do. Asking the brown eye girl to do things for them to drop off things for them or do this job or that job. Maybe it’s time for the brown eye girl should just stay away from the users.
We are snarly, and we’re gnarly,
We’re twisted, and we’re mean.
We smack you with our branches,
And we keep our real selves unseen.
We’re awful, and we’re terrible,
You had better keep your children away.
Because we’ll hold them, and we’ll fold them,
And we’ll never let them run away.
We are the meanest and the baddest,
And the most unhappy ones around.
And the sickest and the saddest,
You will wish your children never found.
Except on Christmas week, when we turn all nice and sweet.
Except when we come to your house, and with you we fast compete.
We are the pretenders, the liars, the thieves, the psychopaths galore.
Where are you going? I am not lying. She really cannot come to the door.
Useless users,
Lost life abusers.
Energy wasters
albeit time haters.
Profile faker's now
Story makers.
Worlds gone crazy
now all lazy.
What's to become,
dull,dead and dumb.
We used to be human,
now only crewman.
Stand fast on the ground,
your life is bound.
By rules engaged,
causing great rage.
Some turn to pages,
whilst body ages.
War endlessly upstage's
Space, time and low wages
Watch out, beware of the users!
They make us feel like losers,
For they take and take and take,
No difference to them does it make,
How you feel,
Or the broken heart you conceal.
What can you do for them?
Your good nature lets you give in,
You are just trying to show affection,
A true Christian connection,
How they treat people is wrong,
Someone better always comes along.
I doubt that users will ever see,
What they do to you and me,
I've been put on the back burner,
Forgive and forget. I'm a slow learner,
It is a game I can never win,
Watch out, here comes the user again.
They reject me to smile
because they are pretenders
who believe in lies,
and who love to gossip a lot.
When you try to call,
they can reject to pick
and when you ask why,
they can't tell the truth.
Sometimes when you call,
they switch the phones off
and others can say
that we are not in Town,
and here where we are
life is too hard
as a trick to play on your rain.
Users are losers for how can you win,
high on drugs all the time?
For drugs effect not only your body
but also your heart and mind.
They effect your thinking they effect your love
they effect every part of your life;
They never bring lasting joy or peace
but rather envy and strife!
So next time you feel you want to get high
just think of the price you pay.
For users or drugs are losers in life
what more need I say?
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