Whitney Houston's ballad, "The Greatest Love of All" has never received the parody it deserves.
I am not up to the job, but this first verse might suggest the parody-able to a greater artist than myself.
I believe cliches belong together --
String them up and let them lead the way
Don’t force sense upon them like a ball and chaaaaain.
Let your ears feel bromides to make it easier
Empty words will lap up all our sense inside
Everybody’s searching for their devo
People need cha-os to revert to
I never sunk quite so low as a raw cliche
-- cannot depend on "darns"
When I must hit the broad siiiide of barns.
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