Thursday, September 28, 2006


Well, you can say that I'm the one curly fry in the box of the regular
Messin with the flavor, oh, the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all
Livin in a fast food bag makin friends with the ketchup and salt

People say that I'm crazy for not movin on to better things
Instead I'm sittin around trash talking with the onion rings
But it's much too soon to leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife

'Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay all about the sound
in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice alone
before my food gets cold
You better shut up or get shot down
It's all about the know how
All just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play now
Too much food on my plate

Too Much Food - Artist: Jason Mraz

Oh, yeah, I'm all about the wordplay, and sometimes I put too much food on your plate. But sometimes I get too much dumped on my plate, too. The only way to deal is with wordplay. It's all just a matter of taste. :)

Monday, September 25, 2006

It Was Funny

if we were us and us was so
but we are not and us is no


Hey, I'm almost a clever poet!
C'mon, it's funny!!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Know This Guy?

What did I do, tell me what did I say
That kicked up dirt and brought out this side of you baby
It's one of those moods, yeah it's the one of those days
What kind of dark snuck up and took a bite of you baby
The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse
Maybe you'd know if you walked in my shoes
Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do

Cold as the concrete
Tough as a backstreet
Like a frat boy at hell week
Babe, you got a mean streak

Fire in the hole and a hole in my heart
You're on a roll and I'm takin cover now baby
Where does it end and where do I start
To soften the sting one way or another now baby
Be good to me honey I'm on your side
I'm gonna bend gonna let a lot slide
But hey what's the deal with your Jekyll and Hyde?

Rough as a dry creek
Sharp as a hawk's beak
Coming fast as a stampede
Babe you got a mean streak
Hard as an oak tree
Mad as a queen bee
Hot as Mojave
Yeah it burns like a dry heat
Tight as a kite string
Bad as a black sheep
Sure as a heart beat
Babe, you got a mean streak

There in your shadows, save room for me

~Mean Streak as performed by Little Big Town