Ultimate Customer-Goddess
Today I have the honour of showing my slavish respects towards the ultimate customer-goddess - beautiful, yet cold, harsh and haughty with it. Plus her sneakers are filthy!
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| A local goddess-customer approaches me |
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| 'You're gonna kiss my sneakers, bwoy!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam!' |
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| She is right to call me a 'bwoy', even though I must be at least twice her age! |
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| That's because she is my better and is therefore entitled to look down on my impotence before her... |
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| ...whilst I look up reverentially at her sock! |
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| The sock of a local goddess! |
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| She switches 'socks' in front of my face |
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| At first, she watches me like a lovely hawk |
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| But she soon diverts her female attention towards her phone |
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| I'm just an appendage to her - a piece of street furniture that kisses her feet on command! |
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| Soon - all too soon - she bores of me and continues on her noble way |
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| I keep my humble head suitably bowed in the presence of her goddess sneakers and socks... |
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| ...sneakers I have just kissed and socks I have just studied |
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| I know that her sneakers and socks are more important than me and worth more than me |
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| I'm just a municipal footslave |
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| Whereas these are the sneakers and socks of a superb young woman of the Gynarchy! |
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| I dare to glance over towards her departing socked ankles |
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| Oh to be able to follow them to humble heel and serve them all my days! |
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| But she's too good for me |
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| I am fit only to study the dirt left behind by the soles of her sneakers... |
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| ...and to memorise her socks! |





















