Acid Test (Clichés Workshop Poem) (Original & Re-write)

Acid Test (Re-write)

I listen to your words
and laugh at your lack of originality
You call yourself an artist
I call you a fake

You think your rhymes
Are elementary
Mean something in this universe
They have superiority.

But I can surely tell you now
I mock your every word
You make me laugh when you
Spill out your quotes.

You pretend that you don't want fame
You want anonymity
You want to live your life at full throttle
Then you pretend you're laid back

You don't know what your saying
You don't know what you mean
You stand there trying to looking hip
When I question you

All I ever get from you is a mumbled
I'm ready to rock
And work hard,
You're so confused

My attack at you is necessary
But your too blind to see
Your intelligence has left you
Leaving a shell of a fool

And once you look you'll see
It can't be found
When I ask you a question
You search for your mind

Your brain cells have depleted
And thus no answer is forthcoming
You've used clichés all your life and
believe me they have long lost their meaning

Yet still I hear you coming
Interrupted by your stereotypical nonsense
I've heard them all before
I place my hands over my ears trying to block out the barrage
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Acid Test (Original)

I listen to your words and laugh at your lack of originality
You call yourself an artist
I call you a fake
You think your clever rhymes
Are as fresh as a Summer's rain
But I can tell you straight
I mock your every word
You crack me up when you speak
Your favourite quotes
"Keep it on the down low"
and
"A rolling stone gathers no moss"
followed up with
"It ain't nothing but a chicken wing"
and then
"A mile a minute"
You don't know what your saying
You don't know what they mean
But you stand there trying to looking hip
When I question you
All I get is a mumbled
"I'm hot to trot"
and
"Keep your nose to the grindstone"
Just step back and listen to yourself
You are dumb
My attack at you is a necessary evil
But your too blind to see
Your intelligence is
Deeper than the deepest ocean
And once it's found, you'll see it is
Rotten to the core
When I ask you a question
It's all hands to the pump as you search your mind
Your brain cells are as scarce as hen's teeth
And thus no answer is forthcoming
You've used clichés all your life and
believe me they have long lost their meaning
Yet still I hear you coming
Interrupted by your stereotypical nonsense
I've heard them all before
I place my hands over my ears trying to block out the barrage of
"To many cooks spoil the broth"
"Free as a bird"
"Love is blind"
"The lesser of two evils"
"The icing on the cake"
"I'm game"
"Like a seven year itch"
"Knock it out of the park"
"Knock the cover off the ball"
"Age before beauty"
But it's all good because finally
You say nothing
Silence is golden