Superb Couple
A superb, happy couple spot me and use me in the train station corridor
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| They seem curious at first... | 
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| ...as they approach me hand in hand | 
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| But soon the magnificent master-sir is mocking me in front of his pretty girlfriend... | 
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| ...asking me how I am liking it, being confined at people's foot-level? | 
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| Do I like it when he rests his sneakered foot on top of my humble head? | 
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| The superb master-sir then orders me to kiss his feet... | 
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| ...much to the delight and amusement of his pretty partner! | 
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| Then, of course, it's her turn | 
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| I kiss superior boots | 
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| The happy couple then turn to walk away from me... | 
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| ...both revelling in their joint power over me | 
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| Whilst I bow my head in humility and shame behind their departing footwear | 
 
 
