Flesh Fat

I bite into the flesh fat monster

called my tuition bill.

 

The dollars bulge out of it by the fifties

and quickly dissolve -

absorbing quarters and dimes from my pockets

the ones I

scoured the floors for.

Like vending machines, the flesh fat monster

has no need for pennies.

 

"But pennies are money! Pennies are money!"

My objections are silly - the flesh fat monster

has no sense organs.

 

The flesh fat monster grows

the economy slows

my credit history tanks

 

The flesh fat monster bulges like cellulite

It can't walk, like an obese child

it can only roll.

It's got the same texture

as ground beef in a ziploc bag.

 

It smothers my face

and only Sallie Mae can save me now.

With her

superhero arms and vicious smile.

Reviews

[KayOss]

Ugh. Top ramen is a luxury I don't have. They give me migraines. I turn instead to Chef Boyardee. I knew that I would be making sacrifices to go to school, but I didn't know it would be so many of them! I didn't know I would be sacrificing for so long. I think that if I'd known what I was getting into, I might not have jumped in so enthusiastically. Thanks for sharing this and for capturing the effect of a college education on finances so wonderfully. All of us college students and grads sympathize with you.

[yinseriv]

Oh, my PTSD would kick in but I had to forgo my meds to pay dear sweet Sallie Mae. I am thinking of going for a doctorate just to put everything back on hold! No one told me that Top Ramen was a life choice.

Thanks for the poem my beautiful friend.

[Damian Alan Gray]

I feel ya pain, kid. School loan agencies are no better than your typical mafia-subsidized loan shark. I'm surprised they don't send in university professors to break legs and cut off pinky-fingers. B******s! Thieving b******s, all!
Oh. Uh ... good poem, by the way. As always.
... thieving, conniving, ill-tempered, manipulative, shrewd ... did I mention thieving? B******s.
Sorry, I harbor just a tad-bit of resentment toward this particular subject.