She Despises Me
The superb customer-mistress despises me as she looks down upon me. And rightly so, for she is self-evidently a vastly superior being to me. Even the creases in her plain grey anklesocks are better than me. I'm just a public humble-head and it is right and proper that I should kiss her cheap and nasty sneakers with humility and respect.
As she turns to walk away from me I keep my head humbly bowed, as befits a slave who has the lingering taste of his mistress's shoedirt on his public feet-lackey lips.
As she turns to walk away from me I keep my head humbly bowed, as befits a slave who has the lingering taste of his mistress's shoedirt on his public feet-lackey lips.