Trash At Her Feet

I’m just the trash at her feet. And she knows it!

A supremely confident young woman walks towards me down the street

She stops directly in front of me - the trash at her feet!

'Kiss my foot, trash!' she barks

I promptly and unquestioningly obey. It is not my place to question her female orders. I'm just trash.

'Kiss foot all over, trash!'

A young woman who knows her superior mind. I like that!

She switches feet to give me a taste of her other shoe

I admire her white sock tops...

...only just visible above the rims of her shoes...

...yet enough sock is showing to reveal its elasticated top!

I can sense how much this bright and superior young woman despises me

She looks down on me both literally and figuratively. And rightly so!

For we BOTH know I'm just the trash at her feet

I am not worthy to even breathe in the same air as her feet

I look up to her shoes and socks...

...and rue their haughty departure!

 

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