One Of My Betters
A man who is clearly one of my betters stops to have his feet kiss-respected on the suburban street corner. I kiss his white shoes and admire his white socks.
A much better man than me approaches me in the suburban street |
He stops to look down on me - both literally and figuratively |
Then, without saying a word, he imposes his manly foot on my menial mouth. I kiss it. |
And the other one! |
I admire the man's white SOCK as I taste his white SHOE |
These are the SHOES and SOCKS of a GREAT Man - of a MUCH BETTER MAN than me! |
I humbly study the FANCY STITCHING in the MAN'S WHITE SOCK... |
...as I TASTE and SMELL his WHITE SHOELEATHER! |
SHOES and SOCKS - my humble daily business! |
I am fit only to kiss the FEET of passers-by |
The man swiftly moves on |
I bow my humble head in SHAME behind his SUPERIOR SHOES and SOCKS! |