counting hours of the professional development
so, I took four courses online,
and the titles were fine,
and the hours were many:
three weeks times five,
but a bee from a hive,
thought that I would dive
into the bog of the doubts
and would lose the round-abouts,
and would all forget-
I regret-
as the one had said,
that I was lacking the hours...
cowards! cowards! cowards!
liars, liars, liars- no?
I can't imagine,
how one could have dared to say that?
oh, stong Jupiter,
the people are bad!
for the injustice,
I'm so mad!
Ivan Petryshyn
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