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.
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| The superbly haughty customer-mistress can't even bring herself to look down at me | 
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| I'm just a thing that kiss-respects her feet... | 
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| ...and studies her socks admiringly | 
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| The socks of a haughty goddess | 
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| Socks that are probably worth more than me | 
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| She would rather stare into space, dreaming of her boyfriend perhaps? | 
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| Her thoughts are certainly not with me! | 
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| As taciturnly as she came, she turns and walks away from me | 
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| Leaving me to rot in the dirt behind her | 
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| I, meanwhile, am still looking admiringly at her socks | 
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| If truth be told, I envy her socks! | 
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| For they get to hug her heels and ankles | 
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| Whereas I must keep my distance | 
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| I'm sure she must have more regard for her socks... | 
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| ...than she does for me | 
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| And rightly so! | 
 
 
