I love you when you do my coursework,
When you represent me in the library,
Turning wads of books, toiling for my mark,
As I tell the coin-stinking mzee a good story,
To gull him into issuing me a land title,
As I confuse his aging mind, just alittle,
Killing his ears with sweet-nothings,
Blinding his eyes with fleshy-somethings,
Rolling my eyes, turning my skimpiness around,
Kissing grandpa’s agemate, just for a pound,
What can you afford? You have no dime,
You can’t take me out. But you have the time,
You deserve a coin, not a kiss, not a hug, not love,
Just do my course work for a penny, you clever dove