Parolin', 'rolin', 'rolin',

Keep shmoozin',
Lexicon abusin',
Platitudes you're choosin': bromides,
Although I understand 'em,
This rote throat abandon,
If I hear more, I'll need bromides.
What you're articulatin'
Is no elucidation;
"I need induce sedation," I sighed.

"No way!" "Have a nice day."
"Team player," "came to play."
"At the end of the day,"
Bromides.

"Gimme five" or ". . .a break,"
"That's so hot," "that's so cool,"
"Need closure," "moving on,"
Bromides.

'rolin', 'rolin', 'rolin'. . . .
Bromides

'rolin', 'rolin', 'rolin'.
Your morphemes aren't droll, 'n'
Clichés you're extollin',
Bromides.
I rage: "Endeavor;
Say something clever."
"Winning's not everything," you cried.

"Bottom line," "I'm online,"
"Whine!" "no child left behind,"
"He was such a nice guy,"
Bromides.

"Yo!", "ho'," "no pain, no gain"
"Never happen again,"
"No problem," "get a life!"
Bromides.