Morning, noon and night the city centre drain slave gets
walked all over by uncaring customers. Most of them don’t give a second
thought, or even realise he’s down there beneath their dirty sandals and shoes!
As far as they are concerned, they’re just walking over a dirty municipal drain
– part of the city’s sewer system!
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Casually and unconcernedly walking over the drain slave |
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He gets a good view of her pink flip-flops... |
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...along with her pedicured toenails! |
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Such feminine footwear - effectively walking all over him! |
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He can see the ingrained dirt on her flip-flop soles |
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She can't even see him at all - or, at least, she's not even looking, being engrossed on her telephone call high above the lowly drain slave! |
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All too soon, as with nearly all his customers, she's gone - getting on with her superior life! |
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But this is a busy street, and the drain slave doesn't have to wait long for his next customer to appear |
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A beautiful black girl, wearing leopard-print sandals! |
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Her pretty toenails are painted black, to complement her beautiful, brown feet! |
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But, really, all the drain slave can see is the dirty soles of her sandals... |
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...and her beaming face as she responds to a text message from one of her many friends |
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The drain slave could never be her friend. He's just a slave... |
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...fit only to look her in the filthy sandal-sole! |
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And there is a lot of ingrained street dirt on these particular sandal soles. Evidently one of the young lady's favourite pairs! |
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She too is only over the slave momentarily... |
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...and like her predecessor doesn't even look at him in the sewer beneath her |
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The next young woman to pass by is equally distracted... |
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...another smoker |
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The drain slave knows that not because he can see the cigarette in her hand... |
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...but because there is a used cigarette butt stuck to the sole of her converse sneaker! |
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There it is - squashed precariously onto the bottom of her shoe! |
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The inevitable happens... |
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...and it falls off her shoe... |
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...and onto the drain slave's confined forehead! |
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Oh how humiliating! Oh how demeaning for him! |
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He can't even taste her pretty lips on it, since it has fallen onto his feckless forehead! |
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Haha, feel it and weep, drain slave. I wonder what other pieces of dirt and detritus regularly fall onto your face? |