Raining Over Old Rusty Neck
It’s pouring down with rain, and Old Rusty Neck’s rusty, heavy metal ruff is getting even more rusty!
Not that the sweet, young woman sheltering from the rain underneath her umbrella gives a damn. She only cares about enjoying her cigarette. And why should she give a damn? After all, he’s just a two-a-penny, public shoelick, and a not very good one at that. He deserves to have a rusty and uncomfortable neck!
Do you think he is praying for the rain to stop? Or for the bright, young woman to take up her seat on the shoelick-chair of power in front of him in order to have her sneakers lickshined? Either way, I fancy he will be disappointed!