Dancing round what I felt as free
In stockings bought from aisle three
Students sing for you and me
Trapped in restless agony
Rearing back behind a tree
A man who seemed near forty
Controlled a robot as dirty
That spoke words so flirty
If there was drive it'd hurt thee
Only if distracted it may be
Not unless its thoughts agree
When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
By Rebekah Conard4 days ago in Journal
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