ambulatory tautology

"what the fuck do you want?!" asked
the sexy naked young man, as
he slumped back into the cushions
of his old ragged couch.
the green glop didn't say anything
at all, but just stuck there
near the ceiling. so
the sexy naked young man
got a broom, and rammed
the tip of its handle against
the green glop.  then the stuff
fell onto the floor, whimpering.
truth is, it sounded just
like a sad little puppy, the
way it was whimpering. it
very nearly melted
the heart of
the sexy naked young man.
"i'm sorry," he said.
"i didn't mean to hurt
you. but what, exactly,
are you doing here in
my living room?"
this thing
had definitely ruined
his normal jerking-off   
routine. it was nearly
bed-time, and he always
jerked off right before bed,
on the couch, in front
of the weather channel.
(he liked the sound
of human voices, but
didn't want too much
distraction.)
the bit of green glop
lay there on the floor,
whimpering. finally,
the sexy naked young man
scraped it up with
a dust pan, and then he
carried it
to the toilet, dumped
it in, and flushed it
down.  silence.
he returned to the
couch. the weather
channel was still
on. he started jerking
off again. "chance of
green glop this
evening, 40 percent,"
said the announcer,
a handsome young man, who
had a nice big bulge
at the front of
his neat tight trousers.


--Carl Miller Daniels (December 3, 2010)