poems laddy

My friend sent me a song today --he is a great musician...The song was good but the lyrics were terrible...I cant stand bad lyrics..Bad poems or cliche art--- so I wrote some new words. My words arent great but they suck less than the ones he had (written by a singer, not he)...in art one must try to avoid cliches...cliches are something you take like an old chair and put new fabric on...we all live under the same sun and nothing is new but try to think creatively and to grab cliches means you are not digging through the dirt of your guts but rather through the cheap discount rack looking for matching words like a cheap pair of sneakers, methinks...

and she said that she was done
just as the war begun
but you know

when you wear your inside out
they know what your about
anyway

in the corner of a sky
and you sweep away the lies
and they grow

and when the rain and times begin
you find your only friend is
all alone


and you slip into the scenery

you slip into the scenery

theres a colour in the air
and shes pulling up a chair
to talk to you

and theres a drawing of a gun
and porttrait of a sun
that she drew

my lyrics here are kinda cliche but the original words were 10x higher on the cliche scale-o-meter  that at least I helped re-paint the fence.