I cannot figure out the He peoples. I’m just chillin, waiting for treat time, nap time, chase the broom time, chase kittie time an assortment of activities and he keeps asking am I’m sitting on the dock of the bay.
Apparently he is geographically challenged. We are 1,000s of miles from any bay. Yes there is a creek with a bridge (no trolls near by). Peoples here are a little ‘odd’ so I can believe they would build a dock. Some days you can find me sitting in the morning sun, all day and I’ll be sitting when the evening come.
The He peoples is always telling me I’m bougie just because I’m sittin’ here resting my bones. While waiting you know this loneliness won’t leave me alone. All I can do is think about what I like, chasing bunnies.
Here I sit, looks like nothing’s gonna change, everything still remains the same. I guess I can appreciate routine. Maybe I am sittin’ on the dock of the bay. Ok it is a stoop and that is a yard but I’m sitting here.
Wastin’ time
Life and Times of "the Potato" 