Mean Nothing
I mean nothing to the superior young woman with the bright
red hair who is seated haughtily above me on the public shoelick-chair of power.
To her, I’m just an old man that lickshines her dirty sneakers down beneath her
socks – a mere slave man; a numpty; a dunderhead.
No wonder she does not deign to speak to me, preferring instead to watch music videos on her phone.
Haughty meets humble |
And the humble one is a loser |
A nothing and a nobody who lickshines shoes for a living... |
...the shoes of his betters |
He must also study their socks! |
He's just a loser sockieboy-slave! |
He, literally, looks up to his customers' socks, being beneath them |
Every wrinkle in their socks is worth more than him |
He humbly tastes where his betters have been... |
...as he transfers the dirt from their superior shoes into his menial mouth |
His customers, meanwhile, ignore him |
He's just a 'thing' that cleans their shoes... |
...and not a very good one at that... |
...since he is forever being distracted by their socks! |