Keith Dovoric Poet Lyric

Thinking In Cliches Is Itself a Cliche

What have been sayin’
It's only Saturday 
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

Father in the kitchen
Eats his check away
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

Don’t you shake and shiver
When the hounds of order bey?
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

God is dead, or in Toms River –
Any dumb excuse to pray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

Island people don't get ready
Wherever there's tsunami
They wait until that drawback gets all flushed

But back to your studies
Back to Bloom's Taxonomy
And the camouflage of sophomore girls’ first blush

It’s cartridge, pump and filter
It’s the dose in the ashtray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

All the post-its in your Rilke
Will not my respect sway
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Your hopeless, guileless, wretched pact of clay
The family-brand is over –
Say whatever you want but not “gay”
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche

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