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.