A happy couple of late-night promenaders stop to use me during their suburban stroll. Or, at least, the young woman does!
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It is the woman that gleefully spots my humble head by the kerb |
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She begins by verbally mocking me in front of her male partner... |
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...before presenting me with her right foot for respect-kissing |
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Her sneaker tastes vile and her sock is plain grey |
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Hardly the most glamorous of late-night footwear to be presented to one's menial mouth! |
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But her sneaker, and its concomitant dirt, must nevertheless be respected! |
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For these are the sneakers (and socks) of my better... |
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...of a free citizen of the Gynarchy... |
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...who is, therefore, entitled to my slavish respect! |
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I must even look up to her SOCK! |
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For it is a SOCK OF GREATNESS, being the sock of a young woman! |
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Likewise, the master-sir's SOCKS in the distance are fully deserving of my slavish admiration and respect... |
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...being the SOCKS of a free male partner of a first-class citizen of the Gynarchy (i.e. of a young woman)! |
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Truly, I am surrounded by the SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS! |
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The customer-mistress switches her SNEAKERED FEET several times in front of my feetkissing face... |
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...just to 'rub in' my HUMILIATION! |
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The happy couple then resume their promenade together... |
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...gloating at their MASTERY over me! |
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I bow my humble head in reverence and abject shame behind their SUPERIOR DEPARTING FEET! |
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Truly their SHOES AND SOCKS are better than me! |
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I'm just a suburban, kerbside footslave |
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I'm a nothing and a nobody going nowhere - unlike these fabulous SHOES and SOCKS and their OWNERS! |
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Oh to be this young woman's SOCK... |
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...able to accompany her FOOT wherever it goes! |
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But, sadly, this SUPERB COUPLE'S SHOES and SOCKS are walking out of my lowly, static life! |