My relationship with homework

Homework, you are so abusive. You drain my time, my precious moments of life. You seem to want me to hate you. Well I'm not giving in. In fact, I love you. And, I love you even more when I'm done with you. Just a couple hard long hours putting up with you, trying to please you and then I'm done with you. It's a daily affair. A bridge that I continually cross. On the one side is you, forcing me to monogamy, and on the other side is my life without you and your oppressive demands.

You entice me saying that spending time with you is healthy. You tempt me saying that you will increase my reservoir of knowledge and passion. I know better. It is I who do you. It is I who puts in the time. You are not responsible for anything. You are my responsibility. You're clingy, demanding, and I put up with you out of my own good will. Homework, you are my b*tch.

Homework. Soon we will part with one another. Your cousin work is so much better-looking and attractive than you. And, on top of that, she pays me.