Race!

He spat. I spit.
He ran. I flipped.
“You never said go!”
“Go!”
He was gone.
Footsteps. Foots left.
The wind, my whine
“Wait up! Not fair!”
“No!”
He was gone.
Through grass
“Grr. Ass.”
He stops.
Turns halfway.
“Give up?!”
I fly forward.
Who’s Ward?
I pass. He’s crass.
“Whatta B-”
“-Etcha can’t catch up.”