Casual Contempt

A magnificent customer master-sir demonstrates his casual contempt for me by arrogantly picking his nose high above me whilst I diligently lickshine his shoes, and then using the same nose-picking finger to point towards his dirty shoelaces as he haughtily commands me to tongue-attend to them also!

A customer master-sir arrogantly and unashamedly picks his nose above me whilst I lickshine his shoes

He does so 'unasahamedly' because I don't count

He is therefore, subconsciously, demonstrating his freemale contempt for me

And rightly so, sir, for I am a lesser being than you, master-sir

I am fit only to lick this man's SHOES...

...whilst admiring his SOCKS!

My face is so close to his SOCK, I can make out the individual STITCHES...

...as my tongue tastes where he has been from his SHOELEATHER!

This man is so much better than me!

'Clean them laces, boy!'

I hear a young woman passer-by laughing at me as she witnesses my shoelace-shining efforts!

She too clearly holds me in contempt

And rightly so, for I am just another man's shoelace-licker and sock-admirer!

I'm garbage...

...the garbage at a superior man's FEET!

No wonder my customers all look down upon me and treat me with contempt! I am worth less than their SOCKS!


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