What is this hair from a dog that has bitten?
What about doors hit your place the Lord's splitin'?
Not all dogs on one leash, let sleeping dogs lay,
What does it mean all these stupid clichés?

Why did the butter fall off of his noodle?
Can't fight the Borg 'cause resistance is futile,
Shot at and missed but then sh!t at and hit,
But in the wind it is foolish to spit.

Face like she's been in a couple of crashes,
What is that stuff in those pans that cause flashes?
Sometimes these clichés say way clever things,
But other times they leave me question-ing.

Hair of dog bites, flashy pan scenes,
Wake those dogs, you're had,
If I could remember,
What each cliché means,
Then they wouldn't sound half bad.

Ten pounds of sh!t in five pound bags ain't fittin',
Glitter on poop still smells like someone's sh!ttin',
Land of the blind, the one eyed man is king,
Who in the hell came up with all these things?

A one-bit brain with a parity error,
Nervous as cat in room full of chair rockers.
Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree,
Welcome as priest at Cub Scout jamboree.

Beamed down and back up one too many times,.
Natural deselection is candidate prime.
All of that cake, not a lick of icing,
I cannot stand not one more cliché thing.

Five pound crap bags, sh!t that's shining,
One eyed kings are wild,
If I could remember,
What each cliché means,
Then language and grammar would seem more routine,

And I wouldn't get so riled.