Superbly Haughty

A superbly haughty customer-mistress uses me in the street. She can’t even bring herself to look at me, so insignificant am I in her haughty eyes! Nor does she utter a single word towards me throughout our encounter of unequals. She lets her contempt for me do all the talking for her.

The superbly haughty customer-mistress can't even bring herself to look down at me

I'm just a thing that kiss-respects her feet...

...and studies her socks admiringly

The socks of a haughty goddess

Socks that are probably worth more than me

She would rather stare into space, dreaming of her boyfriend perhaps?

Her thoughts are certainly not with me!

As taciturnly as she came, she turns and walks away from me

Leaving me to rot in the dirt behind her

I, meanwhile, am still looking admiringly at her socks

If truth be told, I envy her socks!

For they get to hug her heels and ankles

Whereas I must keep my distance

I'm sure she must have more regard for her socks...

...than she does for me

And rightly so!


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