Clean Sweep

‘You a dirty slave. I better than you. You lick my boot!’

‘Yes, miss. At once, miss!’

‘You call me master. You a slave. Slave obey master. You say ‘Yes master!’

‘Yes, master. Sorry, master. I obey you, master.’

It’s the small hours of the morning and I’m half asleep. But the night shift roadsweeper mistress wants her dirty boots lickshined – so lickshined they must be! Note, if you will, how my ‘master’ leaves without any attempt to sweep up the detritus around me. That’s because, as she rightly says, I’m just a dirty slave. Nobody cares about my environment – or my lack of sleep.

Well might she leave with her pretty head held high!





































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