I feel affluent or not according to what part of town I am in.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.
Suspense combines curiosity with fear and pulls them up a rising slope.
Many think that assigning blame settles matters.
Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.