Word To The Wise

A word to the wise – when you are surrounded by a gang of streetwise punks show them some respect. For you are in their power and at their mercy, be they male or female. And you are in no position to defend yourself should they decide to turn nasty and kick you in the face, you stupid, sock-eared, humble head!

Other points to note about this scene:

·        None of the punk-rockers is looking down kindly upon the slave

·        That’s because they know they are better than him, and that he is bound by law to show them appropriate slavish respect

·        Furthermore, they are all superior smokers and will no doubt soon be adding to the cigarette-butt detritus surrounding the slave’s humble head

·        By law, they can do no wrong. The punk females are above the law, being female. But even the punk master-sir is above the law, assuming the three punk females would vouch for him in a female court, as he is a free male who is supported and sponsored by three upstanding female citizens of the Gynarchy. This gang can therefore act with impunity – unlike the slave who is subject to the full rigours of the female law, and will even be held responsible for any damage they may do either to the surroundings, or to him!

·       No wonder, then, that he is feeling helpless and vulnerable. Only his servile lips can save him from coming to any harm – by worshipping and respecting the punk footwear of his infinite betters

·       Although the footslave fool can’t verbalise his fear (for he has not been given permission to speak by his punk betters) by his actions he is demonstrating his dread and trepidation in their powerful, punk presence, and by kissing the punk girl’s feet he is effectively begging them all not to hurt him

·      They probably will anyway, as they have every right to hurt him. Ha! Ha! Who would be a helpless humble head out on the mean streets of the Gynarchy?!