Maybe this evokes an intermittent John Prine-ish note? A touch of John Callaghan? Possibly Rodney Dangerfield? Ha! Yeah, right. Still rising to becoming a grateful human being.
So please read the following with an imaginary blues riff inserted between each. Or maybe a rim shot.
It might cause traffic to come to a stop and sightseers to gawk
but do wheelchair users ever get challenged to walk the walk?
I feel like a forever party of one and for that I’m seeking a panacea
But luckless me has never even witnessed the face of Jesus on a tortilla
So if it’s Colonel Mustard in the cloister with an ever-burgeoning cross
doesn’t that make all religious dogma just a clueless albatross?
Imagine the handful Jesus was throughout his early teens?
so why did it take him so long to finally spill the beans?
I’m not sure if I’m Saturday night or Sunday morning
it depends on which Mary Magdalene role I’m performing
How does one become not just proficient but good at suicide?
have a body to subdivide like good old Jekyll and Hyde
My favorite band of all time is Lot’s Wife and the Saltines
with hits like “Nazarene Obscene” and “Peron the Argentine”
Were the Apostles truly the first and only fight club?
Is it true their ringmaster was none other than Beezlebubb?
I’m training guide dogs for the atrociously empirically impaired
those savantless idiots who believe Norwegians all drive Fjords