The meek will inherit the Earth.
The sleek and slender fashion model will inherit the stares, when she is tilted on the magazine rack as I am buying brass tacks.
I speak like a fish out of water, bubbling to the surface I argue with the cashier about coupons.
Capitalism lives to see another day.
Keep me posted when the ruthless don't win.
Keep me posted when your postcards show flowers and not strange fruit.
Keep me up to date, I want to see the world that is behind the sunglasses
of the blind piano player.