I grow tired of the same old metaphors
“There’s no room in my heart for you”
Well, how about your spleen then?
I’m bored by the same old complaints
“I’m so anguished and broken by you”
Yes, you and a billion others
I need to escape from the same old story
“Boy meets girl and girl leaves boy”
Is there nothing new under the sun?
Are there really only seven stories in the world?
Sometimes I understand why the beat poets…
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