Proposal to Professor Superstar
Come marry me! Come be my love
(Or fake it that you love me).
The job I crave is at your school,
But others rank above me.
The old boy system didn’t die.
It took a new direction.
Today the favored form of pull
Is marital connection.
To hold you fast when we’re a pair,
They’ll surely want to hire me.
When I get tenure, we can split —
There’s no way they can fire me.
— Felicia Nimue Ackerman