Feeling Blue

It's hard to tell whether my pretty, tracksuited customer-mistress is feeling blue, or is tickled pink, as a result of receiving her text message. One thing is for sure, however - I am utterly, and pathetically, mesmerised by her dark blue socks, as a lowly public shoelick-slave damn well should be!

Lickshining her pink and white sneakers as she receives a text message on her phone

I can't tell if it's bad or good news, as the pretty customer-mistress isn't giving much away

In fact, in common with most of my customers, she is steadfastly ignoring me as I go about my humble business of tongue-cleaning her shoes

I am, literally, beneath her - and therefore not worthy to converse with her!

My only business is with her shoes and socks...

...and I am particularly mesmerised by her deep, blue socks!

The dark blue socks of a pale-blue-tracksuited mistress

An infinitely superior being to me!

Her text messages really are none of my damn business...

...any more than the contents of people's passing coffee cups!

I must, by Law, focus solely on my customer's shoes and socks...

...and mentally praise and honour them - especially the socks!


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