Just A Thing

I'm just a 'thing' that lickshines people's dirty feet out on the streets. The vast majority of passers-by simply ignore me. But female patrons of the ladies' restroom will often stop by me for a lick and a shine of their dirty shoes or boots as they exit the facility, though they rarely speak to me. 

I'm just a 'thing' - a non-entity


I am completely ignored by most of the good people who pass by


Only patrons of the restroom facilities are likely to stop and use me






Like this superb young woman with her black boots and red socks


It's nice that her red socks match her red hair


Not that her hairstyle is any of my damn business!


My job is merely to lickshine her boots!


She watches me at my humble work...


...making sure I tongue-attend to BOTH her boots!


Her boots and socks are better than me


So it is right that I should have to bow my head before them


I dare not look up at her leg above the sock...


...lest I anger her and incur her female wrath!


She leaves without having said a word to me


And rightly so - for I'm just a 'thing'


And one doesn't converse with 'things'


Especially lowly, down in the dirt 'things'!


I keep my humble head bowed as her boots depart from my face


I am not worthy to even breathe the same air as her boots!


She, on the other hand, holds her pretty head high


And rightly so. For she is not a 'thing'. She's a person!



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