Late At Night
This superb young woman certainly knows how to treat a public humble-head late at night!
| A bright young woman approaches me after dark |
| She kindly stops to speak to me - though in an unfriendly tone |
| 'You a damned slave! You kiss my foot, damned slave!' |
| I must unflinchingly obey the customer-mistress! |
| I kiss her arrogantly outstretched foot... |
| ...since, as she rightly points out, I am just a 'damned slave'! |
| She switches feet in front of my damned face |
| I lower my lips to her other sneakered foot also |
| I admire her sock |
| This is the shoe and sock of a young woman... |
| ...who knows how to treat a public humble-head late at night! |
| i.e. like dirt... |
| ...the dirt that he is! |
| Anyone watching could recognise her superiority over me |
| She is the divine master, and I am just the damned slave |
| Even her socks are worth more than me... |
| literally so, since a pair of female socks costs more than a slave... |
| ...in the glorious Gynarchy of Barbaria! |
| Humble-head slaves are two a penny! |
| She gloats as she leaves me to rot |
| And rightly so - for she is a winner... |
| ...and I am a loser, down at her shoes and socks! |
| Her right sock creases as she walks away... |
| ...creasing up with laughter at me? |