Their profits still boom while prophets of doom are labelled as merely misguided. Big Oil wants us cross; they don’t give a toss – we’re easier led when divided.
Who cares if both the choices stink? Who cares what other people think?
If yours is an exclusive clique, which denigrates the poor or weak, You've named it wrong
It pays I would say to have one of their own always right there at the end of the phone
The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes