Exercising Her Perfect Female Right
An extremely beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy imposes her dirty sneakers on my lowly lips late at night – as is her perfect female right!
Approaching my humble head in the dead of night |
I can see her grey sneakers and blue socks |
The sneakers and socks come to an arrogant halt in front of my confined face |
Then the right sneaker is shoved towards my menial mouth |
Swiftly followed by the left |
The wearer of the sneakers looks down on me - both literally and figuratively |
I am the dirt at her sneakered feet |
My sneaker-kisses echo around the empty yard |
Her bright blue socks are my only solace |
Then, as quickly as she came, she turns to leave me... |
...to rot in the dirt behind her! |
I humbly follow her socks with my eyes |
Only my customers' socks brighten up my lowly life |
And their shoe dirt! |
I'm just a municipal shoe and sock slave! |