The mall at the holyland is packed with parasitic floor sweepers…that is, man… with short, long…or no hair…though a yarmulke, clipped to a stubborn lock… brushed in a diagonal direction so as to give the optical illusion that one is not only bestowed with a head full of hair…but with moral convictions.
What is a floor sweeper…You must be scramming to find if there is any reference to such…in the far reaches of Your mind…well, let Me put Your mind at ease…since, by the time men reach retirement age…gravity shows no mercy…as dingle berries can't resist the lure of the floor.
Why not…look at the glass half full…and enable the inevitable to aid in the best interests of all.
Public servants…will strategically attach peacock feathers…to the genitals of mature citizenry…dressed in uniformed galabiya who will flock the streets en mass… sweeping the floor.
Finally, the void at the mall will be graced with young fresh meat, satiating the sexual appetite of ladies who lunch.
I think every male should aspire to serve his nation by growing up to be a disciplined floor sweeper.
The incentive would be to receive “floor sweeper of the month” accolades…and a statue depicting “peacock of honor”.
Sons will yearn to grow up and be like Their fathers…who while growing up, yearned to do the same…as living rooms nationwide will be decorated with peacock memorabilia.
Meanwhile, You could practically…eat off the floor