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.