20 Credits

Twenty credits taunts me
With his self-importance and
Arrogant amount of paperwork.
He sneers when I consider my weekend
And snickers when my face
Attempts osmosis study at odd hours.

I try to tell him I have a life
That he is a business arrangement,
But he insists on being my lover
And shows up as Shakespeare
Between the covers of my bed
Fingers marking my place
As I stare at his awful face
And fight sleep.

Twenty credits- you are the date
I said yes to and regretted immediately.