A municipal sockieboy footslave selfishly bemoans the fact that he
must deal with scruffy footwear day in and day out, and rarely, if ever, gets
to tongue-attend to more glamorous footwear!
Not for me stiletto heels
Not for me some sparkly sandals
My everyday life is sneakers and socks
And trousers and jumpers, rather than frocks!
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| Another pair of scruffy sneakers approaches me! |
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| The rest of her looks so clean! So why are her shoes so dirty... |
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| ...if not purely to humiliate me? |
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| I taste her scruffy, street-soiled sneaker leather |
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| Even her socks are dirty! |
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| This is not exactly glamorous work! |
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But then, if the sign above my head says 'sockieboy footslave'...
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...I suppose it's inevitable that people will wish to impose their scruffy socks on me?
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| Whatever, the vast majority of my customers certainly have no compunctions about showing me their dirty socks! |
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| Indeed, they almost seem proud of them! |
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| And why shouldn't they have a sense of pride in themselves? After all, they are better than me! |
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| I'm just a dirty, municipal sockieboy footslave! |
