Her Personal Public Sockieboy Slave
She treats the old street slave as her personal, public sockieboy. And rightly so, for she can treat him howsoever she wishes!
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| Nonchalantly using me as if I were her personal sockieboy slave | 
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| Needless to say, the Law states that I must play along, and be pleasing to my customer-mistress | 
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| Just a plain, grey sock... | 
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| ...but these are socks that must be respected and admired... | 
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| ...being the socks of a superior customer | 
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| I ponder my abject lowliness as I sniff the musty material of the customer's dirt-stained sheepskin boot | 
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| I'm just a weed down amongst the other weeds! | 
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| No wonder the superb customer-mistress looks down upon me... | 
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| ...before turning her back on me | 
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| I'm just the sockieboy garbage at her feet... | 
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| ...living in awe of her socks... | 
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| ...and wishing I could indeed become her personal sockieboy slave! | 
 
 
