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! |