Follow the trials and tribulations of the reluctant Mess-I-are. Learn the history, study the characters, Mark his achievements, Luke on his bright side, Jo(i)hn him on the journey. Measure his progress. Let’s see if the bastard can save himself. There is nothing com-PARABLE. See his passion, see his burdens… and if he fails, let’s have the last laugh - or supper.
Cutting comments, sharp wit, subjects blade bare, pointed remarks? Are images carved and stories double-edged? Or is it just a stab in the dark with blunted prose and dull verse? Is his pen mightier than the sword, or more like a picnic knife: plastic, useless, disposable and showing no mettle. These are the writings of a reluctant Mess-I-are.
Follow the trials and tribulations of the reluctant Mess-I-are. Learn the history, study the characters, Mark his achievements, Luke on his bright side, Jo(i)hn him on the journey. Measure his progress. Let’s see if the bastard can save himself. There is nothing com-PARABLE. See his passion, see his burdens… and if he fails, let’s have the last laugh - or supper.
The Mess-I-are's mirth, the laugh of the Lord, the Giggle of God, and Jesus's jest, here is the funny stuff, yes [shaun]Brian's best. Situations, satire, pictures and parody, some believe laughter will cure any malody. Devil and demon, sinner and saint, monster and martyr may laugh untill faint, but just you be wary and read on with restraint, because politically correct it certainly ain't.
Beautiful body, and a long neck, with plenty vibrato, she won't get upset. She may be wired, and bent and highly strung, just attach a new strap on and she'll be well hung. She's amped, electric and if you finger her right, she'll play you sweet music right on through the night. Push her buttons and give some gain, hear her distort with screaming sustain. The Mess-I-are loves playing her, he looks pretty bucked, I wonder how many g-strings he might have plucked?