(We all dislike/hate certain words and locutions; here are some of mine.)
What Is Is
I am sick of your language—yes, all that you say.
You are not (I fear) much of a whiz.
Like today in the office I heard what you said:
You declared that “it is what it is.”
Well, that’s really so patent—like “air is just air”—
And, well, I am a sensitive guy,
So when hearing you say that “it is what it is,”
Well, I knew that my soul would just cry.
So tonight (in the dark) you will hear a grim sound—
It’s a sputtering kind of a fizz.
Then the bomb will explode, and then you will disperse.
Don’t you worry: It is what it is.