The Sum Total Of My Knowledge

Being just a common public footslave, I never get to go anywhere, or see anything, or watch television, or surf the internet,  or do anything (other than kiss the feet of my betters). I therefore get all of my news via my customers' feet, though, depending on said customers, the nature of that news may not be about international affairs, or high politics, or environmental issues.

Tonight, for example, on the sink estate, my esteemed regular customers, misses Mukta and Arabella madams, are discussing some football match. I really have no idea what they're talking about - not just because I'm thick, but because I have no idea as to the context of the match. I don't even understand the basic rules of the game!

Moreover, I am forbidden, by Law, from speaking to my betters, or asking them questions about current affairs, or in any way joining in their conversations high above me, unless I am specifically invited by them to do so, and unless that conversation is about their FEET or FOOTWEAR! That's because the world beyond my customers' FEET and FOOTWEAR is none of my damn business. I'm just a foot slave!

Hell, I'm not even permitted to look up at their SOCKS whilst they are standing over me, or study their SOCKS, without the wearer's explicit permission, and must keep my humble head bowed and looking at the dirty ground until such time as I am ordered to KISS THEIR FEET or LICKSHINE THEIR SHOES. That's how lowly I am, in Law - unfit for human conversation; just a thing that kisses feet and admires SOCKS upon command.

So, I'm afraid I have no news for you, as I humbly eavesdrop on the conversation high above me, as I don't understand what my two betters are talking about. I should just focus my menial mind on their superior SOCKS, even if I don't yet have permission to look at them!

My two betters enjoy a cigarette and a conversation about football that, literally, goes over my humble head

These are rough girls. They never talk about politics or philosophy. Only general gossip, fashion, and sport

Not that the subjects of their conversations are any of my damn business!

I'm just a lowly public footslave, unworthy to even look them in the SOCK (unless ordered to!)

I must simply focus on the DIRTY GROUND beneath their feet, and contemplate my lowliness

By Law, however, I am, at least permitted to think about their SOCKS...

...even if I have not yet been ordered to study them or look at them in detail!

So I am vaguely aware that Ms Arabella madam is wearing a pair of fetching, dark SOCKS tonight with pink lovehearts

It truly would be an honour for the likes of lowly me to be permitted to kiss her SHOES and study those SOCKS in detail!

For now, though, my humble and silent head must remain bowed behind her companion's PLAIN GREY SOCKS...

...not to say, my ignorant head!

For it is a head full of nothing but SOCK - the sum total of my knowledge; my customers' SOCKS!


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