No Change

One Man, in what appeared to be His City attempt to wax romantically about His new love, proclaimed, “AND, she has yet to spring a fatal leak.”



All ordinary attempts at change are at least as counter-productive as they are anything else.



One guy’s advice was, “I wouldn’t spend too much time seeking humor in the City’s comedy, or utility in their truth.”  (And his partner mused, “Wow, advice just ain’t what it was before the import glut.)



Heard another park-philosopher ask, “Why is it that at midnight Men insist on either telling tales of high noon, or of pitch darkness?  Is there NO explaining of what Men do?”



A man
missed only by His dogs,
may safely be fed
to the hogs.