I suppose I should consider myelf blessed, given that I
get to see my wonderful customers’ SOCKS so up-close and personal whilst I am
lickshining their shoes? I even get to study the patterns in the STITCHING of
their SOCKS! Something which they themselves, of course, are unconcerned about,
having their superior minds on much higher things!
Another man, a much better man than me, looks disparagingly
down at me as I lickshine my pretty customer’s SHOES and study her SOCKS. Doesn’t he realise how
fortunate I am – to be able to observe the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES in my
customer-mistress’s SOCKS?
Then again, being a REAL man, he probably couldn’t care less
about her SOCKS! And you certainly wouldn’t catch him lickshining a girl’s SHOES! Nor would she expect him to. He’s a proper man, not a slave man like me!
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Considering myself blessed as I lickshine a young businesswoman's SHOES and study her SOCKS |
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She has MUCH HIGHER things on her mind than her SOCKS! |
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But her SOCKS loom large in my pathetic CONSCIOUSNESS! |
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These being the SOCKS of a young woman! |
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My humbling view of the SOCK |
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I can make out the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES, and her VEILED FOOTSKIN beneath! |
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How BLESSED I am! |
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I am not even fit to breathe in the same AIR as these SOCKS! |
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Let alone TASTE THE SHOE that protects them! |
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A man casts a DISPARAGING SNEER down at me as he walks past
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You wouldn't catch him lickshining a girl's SHOES or admiring her SOCKS! |
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That's my humble prerogative! |