As a train station platform footslave, I only ever get to
kiss-respect my esteemed customers’ dirtiest parts – their dirty shoes and boots! And
rightly so, for even their everyday shoedirt is better than me.
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| I can see my next customer approaching my humble head |
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| Her sneakers and socks stop in front of me |
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| Then, without saying a word, her right sneaker is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth |
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| Swiftly followed by her left |
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| I kiss each dirty sneaker, as is my default position by Law |
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| Whilst the young-woman wearer of the sneakers focuses on her text messages high above me |
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| She doesn't have a second thought for me |
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| And nor should she, for I am just a pathetic feetkissing slave! |
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| These are everyday sneakers with everyday ingrained dirt |
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| And she is wearing matching everyday socks |
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| I can smell the rubbery aroma of her soiled sneakers... |
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| ...as my lowly lips make contact with their dirt |
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| Always I must look down... |
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| ...at the dirty ground and my customers' dirty footwear... |
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| ...footwear I must humbly kiss... |
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| ...out of respect for it and its wearer! |
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| She briefly glances down to ensure my humility, respect and compliance... |
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| ...before heading on her female way... |
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| ...leaving me to rot in the dirt behind her |
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| I fondly follow her departing sneakers and socks with my lowly, ankle-level eyes |
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| ...and think about what I have just been required to do... |
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| ...namely kiss-respect the dirty shoes of a stranger... |
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| ...of a bright and intelligent young woman... |
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| ...of my infinite better. Even her sock is better than me! |
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| Meanwhile, the world walks on by me, unconcerned at my pathetic plight! |