It can be a lonely business – being a public humble head slave
in a dirty street-alcove. Which is why I’m always grateful when a customer
stops by for a respect-kissing of their shoes or boots. And especially if I get
to see their SOCKS!
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| A potential customer approaches me in the dead of night |
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| Mercifully, she stops for a drag on her cigarette right in front of me |
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| She kindly offers me her shoe to kiss |
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| I lower my unworthy lips to her superior shoeleather and pay my slavish respects to it |
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| Being a slave, I can't help but simultaneously admire her pink and grey SOCKS! |
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| I know, of course, that those little pink lovehearts on her SOCKS are NOT directed at me |
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| This girl DESPISES me! |
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| And rightly so. For I'm just a THING that kisses her FEET! |
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| What must she think of me - a mere, public HUMBLE-HEAD? |
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| I am a NOTHING and a NOBODY - compared to HER! |
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| No wonder she titters at me from on high... |
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| ...before turning to walk away, leaving me to rot in my loneliness |
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| I keep my HUMBLE HEAD respectfully BOWED |
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| I am not worthy to look at, or even THINK about, this superb young woman above the SOCKS! |
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| Right now, her SOCKS are my LOWLY LIFE! |
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| Not that she cares! |
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| She doesn't give a damn about me, or my loneliness, or my pathetic hankering after her SOCKS! |
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| I'm just a SLAVE she is leaving behind in the GUTTER! |