Stereotypical

A cliché is the sound

of a printing press

repetition

of written words

My cup is

half full,

half empty

and there’s all to play for.

What’s the story

Morning glory?

Red Sky for shepards

But there’s wolves round here.

All dressed up

with nowhere to go

I’m the monkey’s uncle

seeing no evil

hearing no evil

I speak my piece

of peace and love

of the peaceful dove

with it’s olive branch

throwing olive stones

at glass houses

Pissing on the

greener grass

Cos old habits die hard

take a picture

get paid

by the word

a grand a piece

a grand father of time

the mater of time

has been nicked

wasted and lived

it heals

the hills are old as fuck

don’t judge this book

by it’s cover

don’t do anything by it

cos it’s all just cliché

the sound of a printing press

repetition

of written words