Friday, September 28, 2007

Straight from the Heart by Justin Dial

The bigger the cup,
The bigger your ego.
Go ahead let it go,
All the urine inside you.
Is it in your bladder?
Or is it in your heart?

Monday, September 24, 2007

Why Are you Here? by Justin Dial

Your eggy complexion,
It melts.
Ewe gross.
Your poo breath,
It escapes.
Go somewhere else.
Please.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Stash is Trash by Justin Dial

Hours before you rest that head,
You'll remember.
And you'll be ashamed that you let it slide.
His stash shouldn't impress you.
His name is Stash for a reason.

Early, Making Up for One Day by Justin Dial

Too Late.
Oh well,
Of Course,
There is always ways to compensate.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Meant for Less by Justin Dial

Snap, break.
You are finally over.
I'll reluctantly throw you away with the trash.
How can I be so weak,
To let you ruin my life and love.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

If I am Hungry by Justin Dial

If you are like me,
Sometimes it's hard.
Not sure what I want to eat.
Oh I've got some bread.
Peanut butter and jelly
always there when you aren't.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

What an Idiot by Justin Dial

Short,
Simple,
Sweet.
That's who he wants to meet.
What a waste of a woman.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Freedom of a Woman by Justin Dial

Beep! Beep! Beep!
The alarm will go,
Until it's taken my freedom.
You ain't never taken my freedom
And that's why I love you.
Lady, Companion.
Do you exist?

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Jenna Fischer, The Killer of Loneliness by Justin Dial

Hey Jenna Fischer,
Looks like you're single again.
It's kind of a good thing,
Now I can show you the world and my heart.
Would you like to watch the world stand still?
All we have to do is kiss and get married.
Simple.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Free Yourself from Trash by Justin Dial

When you're looking at trash you do it alone.
You hope that it will remain a secret,
But people notice the smell.
The smell will tell the truth,
But will people tell of the smell?

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

She May Be a Gypsy by Justin Dial

She made her own jewelry
And she cut her own hair.
She might just be a gypsy
But I don't really care.