A Cliche is The World, Part 1.
The world is a cliche
Long over used and trite
With stale airs parading decayed conclusions
Of hackneyed discoveries
Eureka! Even a blind pig can find an acorn
You must kiss a few frogs to find a prince /but/ finders keepers, losers weepers
Sadder but wiser /yet/ as strong as an ox
The world is a cliche
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As every school boy knows, the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing /when/
The world is a cliche
I don't know how to break this too you but, the devil you know is better than the devil you don't /for/
He don't know crap from Crisco /or/ his elbow from his asshole
Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you're getting /so/ know thyself
Know the ropes, know what side the bread is buttered on /for/
The world is a cliche
/And/ they don't know jack about it.
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Poem by E.VA.
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