The Footblock Is My Friend
The footblock is my friend
For it frames the feet I worship
The shoes and socks
And sandals and crocs
That brighten up my miserable day!
Even when they are gone
Their dirt stains linger on.
I study the dirt of my betters
From the soles of their boots and shoes
A better way of lowly living
I could not hope to choose!
For I am a natural slave
A kisser of feet and of shoes
And my male and female customers
Make for my everyday muse!
My everyday muse |