Lots of Gynarchy citizens lead a carefree existence. They
rarely bother to stop in order to use me (unless their shoes or boots are
particularly filthy) and just carry on their merry way, unperturbed by my lowly
presence!
Of course, I would much prefer them to stop, if only so that
I can demonstrate my slavish respect for them by kissing their feet!
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A carefree couple walk hand inhand down the alleyway straight past me |
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They do not stop for a lick and a shine, or even just for a routine kiss-respecting of their feet! |
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I am left, therefore, with only passing glimpses of their SHOES and BOOTS |
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Oh what a lowly life I lead... |
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...down amongst the feet! |
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My menial mouth is itching to kiss feet! |
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But this bright young woman, understandably, only has eyes for her handsome hunk of a boyfriend! |
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I must make do, therefore, with a fleeting glimpse of her WHITE SOCK... |
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...beneath her blue-denim jean leg! |
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Of course, I don't have any legitimate business even thinking about this beautiful young woman above the SOCK! |
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The LAW states I must focus only on her FEET and FOOTWEAR - including her SOCK! |