Mere Morsel
Superb local goddess, Ms Janelle madam, is a pleasure to serve. Always eating, she habitually barks her haughty orders down at me with her mouth full - which could be considered rude were she not speaking to a lowly slave!
How I yearn for some crumbs from her cakes or biscuits to fall down onto the ground that I might taste a mere morsel of her goddess food, rather than just her shoedirt. But, being a mere mortal, I know her food is far too rich for me. Even her shoedirt dirt is, arguably, too good for the likes of me, since it is common streetdirt that is sanctified just by virtue of being attached to her goddess sneakers. That's why I must kiss her sneaker dirt, rather than lick it, so that it sullies my lips without enriching my palate!