Not Amused
So, you are a public humble-head out on the mean streets of the Gynarchy. It's late evening on a chilly night, and you espy a bright young woman walking across the wasteland towards you. She looks serious. She is not amused by the antics of others who have placed a traffic cone on your helpless head - not because she disapproves of their mockery of you, but because you are about to have some serious work to do; that of lickshining the dirt off her filthy sneakers!
As you taste where she has been walking, you too are not amused, for her dirty sneaker leather tastes vile and bitter. An acquired taste you have never quite acquired - despite years of enslavement out on the streets!
She says nothing as you tongue-clean her sneakers. She just literally looks down on you, in a derisory silence. How she despises you - the 'thing' that must lick her young-womanly shoes! You are not an attractive man; you're a fool! A fool with a makeshift dunce's cap!
As she turns to leave you, your mood darkens still further. Yet another pair of shoes and socks turning their backs on you, leaving you to fester in the mud where you belong, with the festering taste of female shoedirt inside your menial mouth. Yes, her face may still look glum, but internally you know she is laughing at you. She has humbled you at her feet and walks away in triumph.
And yet, fool that you are, you are sorry to see her go. For you are so lonely, and yearn for the company of female feet. Even dirty and unfriendly ones!
