Saturday, August 24, 2013

Sallie Mae, a poem

For any college graduate who's ever paid off ol' Sallie. You'll know where I'm coming from.

Sallie Mae, a poem

She landed, softly,
on the supple, white 
flesh of my thigh,
while I looked the other way,
blinded by a new freedom.

And as I looked on, 
she glanced around, 
checking that we were alone.
Then, her lance plunged into
 my soft, succulent skin.

I snapped back, smacked. 

But too late. 

She kicked off, 
swayed a bit, 
and buzzed off 
into the darkness, 

drunk on my blood.

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