The squeaking wheel is the one that needs the grease.
Demonstrators chant to broadcast their location in the fog.
Arguing over the route to take: Less jiving, more driving.
Where animals are gathered, there’ll be shit on the floor.
The subway stops between stations, but only for a moment.
A man can frown and frown and be a hero.
Why are diplomats excused for driving the wrong way?
The public’s indifference: Sheep sleep deep.
Facing dazzling sunlight, is she grinning or grimacing?