What I'm Here For

On a dull and dreary night, a bright young woman uses me to have her feet kiss-respected whilst she is patiently waiting for her bus. And rightly so, for that’s what I’m here for! 

She's bored waiting for her late-night bus, so she entertains herself by having me, a public humble-head, kiss her FEET

And rightly so, for that's what I'm here for...

...to KISS HER FEET and make her feel good about herself. Superior. Worshipped.

Welcome to my lowly world...

...a world of strangers' SHOES, SOCKS and FEET!

All day long (and all night if required) I am KISSING FEET...

...the FEET of my BETTERS!

People are entitled to use me in this way

I'm just a piece of street FEETKISSING FURNITURE!

That's why she doesn't speak to me or verbally acknowledge me, even as she walks away from my confined face

I'm a nothing and a nobody. I certainly mean nothing to her!

I'm just a thing that KISSES FEET. And always will be!


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