Old Humblehead
The old humblehead-slave prepares to kiss-respect feet at the bottom of the inner-city stairwell - just as he has done hundreds of thousands times before over the past 60 years!
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| Customer no. 806,542 approaches his confined humble head... |
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| ...not that he's counting! |
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| She stops to survey him, and to reinforce her authority over him |
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| Then her right, sneakered foot is shoved in front of his face |
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| His lowly lips pucker up to touch her sneaker canvas |
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| Simultaneously he gets a close-up view of her sock... |
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| ...close enough to be able to discern the individual lines of stitching... |
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| ...and the curvature of the sock over her foot |
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| He dare not look at his pretty customer above the sock! |
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| She switches feet several times in front of his face... |
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| ...revealing yet more of her plain green sock! |
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| She despises him... |
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| ...and rightly so. For he is the garbage at her feet! |
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| The anonymous humblehead is fit only to kiss the feet of passers-by |
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| They are all his betters! |
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| He isn't even qualified to lick their shoes! |
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| No wonder the young woman looks haughty and proud! |
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| She feels good about herself - as well she might! |
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| For she is a goddess being worshipped by a mere public footslave |
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| Her hallowed feet walk away from him |
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| He keeps his lowly head bowed in their presence... |
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| ...out of respect for the customer-mistress's shoes and socks |
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| Shoes and socks he has just fawned over... |
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| ...and tasted via his lowly lips! |
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| He must now humbly await the arrival of his next customer - no. 806,543! |
























