Platitude Rash

Rub the wrong way, you singer of songs
repeated clichés, idiomatic wrongs
fortune you curry and favor your wrath
blazing a trail on wildfires' path
 
Furtively drawn by sketches of sure
won't you be gone out fetching a cure
for that which you ail upon all you see
screeching a wail to win up your fee

Say it by far the popular claim
singing in cars to total war fame
conditions are right for you to go far
don't hold back your light from all that we scar