Good Morning Master-Sir
My first customer of the day is an Asian master-sir.
‘Good morning, master sir. May I kiss your feet for you,
sir?’
‘Slave shut up! Kiss master shoe. You fear me!’
The master-sir is not wrong. I do indeed fear him, as I do all my customers! I shut up and kiss his outstretched foot.
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A smartly-dressed Asian master sir approaches me first thing in the morning |
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‘Slave shut up! Kiss master shoe. You fear me!’ |
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The Asian master-sir is right. I do fear him! Therefore, I kiss his outstretched foot... |
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...as he glowers down at me from on high |
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I admire the master's WHITE SOCKS... |
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...and the way the early morning sunlight illuminates some of the stitches in his SOCK |
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He silently switches feet, and SOCKS, in front of my face |
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I make sure to pay equal slavish and fearful respect... |
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...to both the master's SHOES! |
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He sullenly turns his back on me and walks away... |
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...seemingly unimpressed at y display of humility and fear towards him and his feet! |
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I remain fearful as he departs, for this is a much greater man than me! Have a nice day, magnificent master sir! |