I'm still awake writing
his paper,
while he's on the couch
fast asleep.
The assignment's due by
tomorrow.
What I'm sewing, oh yea,
I shall reap.
Today, he first realized
and panicked,
then begged me to bail
his ass out.
“You're a writer, for
Christ's sake!”
he reminded.
“Your help was
never in doubt!”
He knew to stroke more
than my ego.
Midnight oil now burns
‘til first light.
Once more he'll turn in
an "A" paper.
Once more I’ll get laid
tonight.
~gj duerrschmidt
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