Morning, noon and night I must kiss feet – the feet of my
BETTERS; of SMOKERS; and, these days, increasingly of VAPERS!
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| A late-night customer mistress enjoys a vape high above me as I kiss-respect her scruffy BOOTS |
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| She doesn't care if her BOOTS are scruffy and unkempt |
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| All she knows is that I am obliged, by Law, to kiss them |
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| As I dutifully do so, I look admiringly up at her THICK, GREY SOCK |
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| Oh to trace the WEAVE of that SOCK with my nugatory nose! |
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| Indeed, I would happily enslave myself to this pair of SOCKS, would the municipal authorities ever release me from my place of public bondage! |
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| But, as things stand, this is just one more pair of SOCKS I must slavishly admire as I kiss yet another stranger's FEET! |
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| I really am a nothing and a nobody |
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| Just another anonymous, public footservant... |
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| ...of superior SMOKERS and VAPERS! |
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| The superior stranger eventually turns her back on me and walks away without saying anything... |
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| ...leaving me silently yearning to follow her THICK GREY SOCKS to HEEL! |
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