A Lowly Life Dominated By Sneakers
His is a lowly life dominated by sneakers. Specifically, other people's sneakers, which he must kiss and lick throughout the day and night; the sneakers of strangers; the sneakers of passers-by; the sneakers of his betters.
For he is just a municipal footslave, in a grim and dirty back-alleyway!
| Yet another pair of sneakers head towards his municipal mouth |
| The sneakers stop and gloat over him for a while... |
| ...before one of them imposes itself on his menial mouth! |
| He doesn't recognise the sneakers, but it's actually exciting for him to kiss a stranger's sneakers! |
| For he has the slavish joy of knowing that his lowly lips are touching them for the first time |
| And that this young woman's sneaker-DNA is now being transferred onto his mouth! |
| Plus, of course, he gets a close-up and personal view of her sock! |
| He is thus in the presence of greatness... |
| ...sneaker and sock greatness! |
| The sneakers and socks of a bright and intelligent young woman |
| Of a being who is better than him |
| A superior being who now towers over him... |
| ...switching her sneakered feet in front of his face! |
| The stranger turns to leave him without having said a word to him |
| He is beneath her, and not worthy of her female conversation |
| He's just a slave - a sneaker-kissing, municipal slave! |
| He watches on admiringly as the superior, female sneakers and socks depart from him |
| Oh how he wishes he could be one of this girl's socks! |
| To accompany her foot inside her sneaker wherever she is going! |
| But he knows he is not worthy to be a sock... |
| ...and so he must remain behind in the dirt... |
| ...savouring the pretty customer's superior sneaker-DNA! |