I made bitchboy dinner...yet once again.
this time when dinner was ready
he was missing...
I called && searched high && low.
but he was nowhere to be found.
I went outside with my redcup
to find him.
I kicked my redcup across
the neighborhood, he got kicked over:
toads:
sticks
branches
&& leaves...and rolled through puddles.
I felt like a world national futbol player.
it was peaceful, after a while I came home...
then bitchboy came home too.
I served him dinner && asked no questions.
