Cliche

I have a bone to pick with you,

You cliché-spitting, fool.

Who kills birds with stones anyway?

And two at once on top of that,

Seems a waste of birds, said the curious cat,

Oh no that’s right, he died, didn’t he?

When you let him out of the bag, or something..

Why not let the early bird catch the worms

From the can you opened, I pondered,

And let things be as they should be,

As light breaks dawn through that window yonder,

I smell a rat in the race that has funded the

Pillage and plunder of us bulls

in the china shop blundering through,

As old dogs, you cannot teach us new tricks,

Your sticks and stones will break my bones,

But your words can never hurt me

You heard me, it’s time to nurture neuroplasticity,

Old dogs too, can learn easily,

Didja know superglue puts China back together again?

But what does that have to do with the price of tea in an emperor’s communist country?

Superglue also works for Humpty Dumpty

Though just as a side note, what a joke that nursery rhyme was,

His yoke would’ve leaked on the king’s soil,

Unless of course, he was hard-boiled,

In which case why do you need a shell anyway,

When you can just bounce from place to place.

I like apples, though they keep handsome doctors away,

Patience is some sort of virtue, they reckon,

Good things come to those who wait,

So I’m trying to sit tight though I wanna tempt fate.

Someone once told me, oh so condescendingly,

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade,

But I say suck the lemon down whole,

For nothing ventured is nothing gained.

And sometimes, you gotta let your hair down they said,

So I chopped it all off, cos down hair’s depressed,

But my hair’s happy, flying high like a Mohawk,

The wildside’s the only side on which I’ll.. stroll

And here’s the thing, Fat ladies used to sing,

But they never do anymore,

Instead they weep and

But, you know, horses for courses they say,

Yeh racecourses for our human entertainment I complain,

The poor horses are not taught that slow and steady wins the race,

Unlike the tortoise facing the hare,

No, the horseshoe is on the other foot,

And we put it to the test, that old adage of,

First in best dressed,

But I say,

What a sad fiesta,

If you’re superbly fashionable,

But not enough to arrive just a little late,

Means you’ll have to wait and line up with us.

Is that a sign of the times or what?

From day dot, it’s not whether you win or lose but how you play the game,

Bullshit everyone wants the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

So they teach us to go fast rather than take it slow.