Trash At Her Feet
I’m just the trash at her feet. And she knows it!
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| A supremely confident young woman walks towards me down the street |
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| She stops directly in front of me - the trash at her feet! |
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| 'Kiss my foot, trash!' she barks |
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| I promptly and unquestioningly obey. It is not my place to question her female orders. I'm just trash. |
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| 'Kiss foot all over, trash!' |
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| A young woman who knows her superior mind. I like that! |
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| She switches feet to give me a taste of her other shoe |
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| I admire her white sock tops... |
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| ...only just visible above the rims of her shoes... |
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| ...yet enough sock is showing to reveal its elasticated top! |
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| I can sense how much this bright and superior young woman despises me |
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| She looks down on me both literally and figuratively. And rightly so! |
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| For we BOTH know I'm just the trash at her feet |
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| I am not worthy to even breathe in the same air as her feet |
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| I look up to her shoes and socks... |
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| ...and rue their haughty departure! |















