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! |