Pure Local Goddess
A pure young woman uses me to have her feet kiss-respected
| She is purity personified as she climbs the stairs towards me |
| Her pure feet make a beeline straight towards me |
| I WILL show my respects for them |
| The female feet stop in front of me |
| Then one of them is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth |
| Quickly followed by the other one! |
| I make sure my lowly lips seek out the dirtiest parts of the sneaker |
| I admire the customer's sock |
| These are the shoes and socks of a pure local goddess |
| She is entitled to use me in this demeaning manner |
| I am her local, public humble-head! |
| She looks down on me with righteous contempt |
| I'm dirty |
| Whereas she is pure! |
| She turns and leaves me with a triumphant smirk on her pretty face |
| She's a goddess and she knows it! |
| I'm just a loser at her feet |
| I bow my head in humility and shame behind her departing sneakers |
| Even her socks are better than me! |
| I'm less than the dirt on her shoes |
| For that dirt is hallowed dirt... |
| ...by virtue of being attached to the pure goddess's footwear |
| Meanwhile I must watch the backs of her socks... |
| ...and her dirty shoesoles... |
| ...as they abandon me to the dirt |