A-B-Cliché

A dark and stormy night,

bad to the bone, you're
caught red-handed in a cliché?
Draw the line
(enough to piss off the Pope),
fan the flames,
go for broke,
hold your own.

It's only a matter of time,
just a hop, skip, and a jump to
knock it out of the park,
land on your feet.
Make the best of it, this is
not the end of the world.
Older and wiser, you can
put your best foot forward.

Quick as lightning
rise and shine,
seize the day,
time is of the essence. The
unvarnished truth? It's in your
vested interest to
weather the storm when
X marks the spot:

You can run but you can't hide, you
zigged when you should have zagged.