Busch or bush?

As I sit here and write this in my black house slippers with kittens on them, I guess you could say, I'm feeling less than romantic. I'm feeling like a bad cat who's been in a cage far too long. I just want to be thrown around - like he cares. Isn't that what people who love each other do? If there's no passion, there's no game, right? But the only throwing down my log 'ill do is with his buddies when they consume beer. Neat. My bush can't compete with his Busch and I'm sad.  Totally bumped like chum duck dumb.