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! 

No rest for the feet-missing, public feetslavey!

My masters expect me to kiss-respect their feet on command - day and night!

In the shadows!

I make sure to study and admire their socks...

...since their socks are better than me!

I'm trash!

And my customers' boots are brilliant!

Dirt... Boots... Leather... Smells... Socks...

This is my lowly life!

The boots turn their backs on me

'What you lookin' at?'

I am looking at the backs of the customer-mistress's departing socks...

...as I ponder my abject lowliness and slavish inferiority!

I look up to this young woman's boots and socks - as I do to all my customers' boots' boots and socks!


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