Ms Mukta madam mercilessly mocks me - her local public
humble-head - dashing my humble hopes and dreams:
‘Haha, have you been dreaming again about being a quarry
slave , sockieboy? Haha, don’t you realise, you’ll never get to work in
a quarry under the STING of the WHIP! You’re just a public humble-head – always
have been and always will be! You’re fit only to kiss our feet – the feet of
your betters. Suck it up, slave! Get used to it! You'll never amount to anything - not even as a slave! Seeing your customers’ socks
is always going to be the highlight of your humble day! Haha, you’re a nothing
and a nobody! A public sockieboy! A pathetic, old sockie-shoeboy! Haha…’
I must humbly acknowledge the veracity of Ms Mukta’s words:
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Thanking you kindly, Ms Mukta
madam. I must remember my lowly station, miss. I’m just a pathetic
sockieboy-slave, madam!’
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| Ms Mukta dashes my dreams of quarry-slavedom! |
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| She reminds me that I'm just a public kisser of feet - and always will be! |
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| As if to reinforce the merciless message, she has me kiss her feet... |
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| ...and study her socks! |
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| This is my lowly life... |
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| ...the shoes and socks of my customers! |
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| How could I ever be so foolish as to dream of being a quarry slave? |
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| That's skilled labour compared to what I do! |
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| It would involve scrubbing rocks! |
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| Whereas I am fit only to kiss feet! |
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| And, despite years of practice, I'm still not very good at that, by all accounts! |
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| My customers certainly never compliment me on my feetkissing abilities! |
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| I guess I'm just not a very good footslave! |
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| As Ms Mukta says, I'm a 'nothing and a nobody'! |
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| Being close to my customers' socks is the humble highlight of my day! |
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| And seeing them walk away from me is always a low point! |
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| I yearn to follow them to heel! |
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| But even that humble dream is beyond me! |
