Cliché-a poem

Pick your poison.
Choose your weapon.
Make my day.
Strung out, held up.
Live long and prosper.
Rest in peace.

The world is my oyster, my prison, my life.
Make ends meet.
Look out for number one.
Watch out for number two.
The devil made me do it.

All you need is love.
Love the one you’re with,
In the name of love,
Come together right now.
Head for the hills folks.

If the world is so original, why do we have so many clichés?
If the world is so perfect, why does it slip through cracks?
If God doesn’t exist, why are we blessed?
If we are the pinnacles of creation, why do we stoop to the level of the monkeys?

Here are some things that Christians have clichéd:
Prayer, unconditional love, faith, mercy.
What happened to our first love folks?
Why is God a regular in foul language and cruel jokes?
Are we gonna go with the flow?
Are we gonna stand and fight?
Will you be a prisoner of war, or a rebel with bite?
These are questions you gotta answer for yourself,
Cause like the saying goes, you want something done right
You got to do it yourself.