No Rest For The Public Feetslavey
There can never be any rest for the public feetslavey. Day and night I must kiss-respect my betters’ feet!
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| No rest for the feet-missing, public feetslavey! | 
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| My masters expect me to kiss-respect their feet on command - day and night! | 
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| In the shadows! | 
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| I make sure to study and admire their socks... | 
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| ...since their socks are better than me! | 
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| I'm trash! | 
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| And my customers' boots are brilliant! | 
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| Dirt... Boots... Leather... Smells... Socks... | 
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| This is my lowly life! | 
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| The boots turn their backs on me | 
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| 'What you lookin' at?' | 
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| I am looking at the backs of the customer-mistress's departing socks... | 
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| ...as I ponder my abject lowliness and slavish inferiority! | 
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| I look up to this young woman's boots and socks - as I do to all my customers' boots' boots and socks! | 













