Stark Contrast
The contrast between us could not be more stark: My manly customer-master sir enjoys the taste of a cool beer whilst I enjoy the taste of his warm, manly sneakers, topped with his creamy-white socks. I’m pathetic like that.
Cool vs warm - cool master-sir; warm sneakers! |
I 'enjoy' the taste of the manly customer-master's sneakers... |
...whilst admiring his creamy white socks |
I'm pathetic like that! |
I am particularly enamoured by the pronounced creases in his socks... |
...along with the patterns in the stitching |
Truly, I look up to this beer-drinking man's socks! |
His socks dominate me - towering over my humble, sneaker-licking head |
His socks!... His socks!... The customer-master's SOCKS!... |
If truth be told, I'd much rather be tasting his sneakers and admiring his socks than tasting a cool beer |
But that's the stark contrast between us. He is a man; I am a slave! |
'Lick harder, slave! Make sure you lick off all the dirt and grime!'... 'Yes, master sir. Praise be unto you and your socks, sir!' |