A poem from my sleeping pilled up state last night...
... I think it came out ok.
WHY ROM COMS ARE STUPID
WHY ROM COMS ARE STUPID
Have you ever seen that movie?
The one with George Clooney
Where he travels on planes
And she's pretty much the same
Then he falls for her
But she has a family
And he finds out
And it ends pretty sadly
Well with rom com kind of movies
You're meant to feel happy
Have faith that life is so fucking fantastic
That it'll throw you a bone
Whenever you need it
And that happy endings aren't so depleted
Well when I watch these films
I get pretty vacant
Because where's my love letter, my song, my nostalgic pavement
Are these movies meant to bring hope
Or install a depression
When really I think they're just keeping you guessing
Making you addicted to that warm fuzzy feeling
So fat cats in top hats can give their wives lives meaning
When the irony is that their wives are the same
Where's the knight with steed calling their name?
So I'll take you back to that film with Clooney
Where the girl is the dick
And the boy ends up lonely
There's no bold gestures
But he gets on regardless
Because he's a bloke and he knows he'll get passed it
He doesn't need rom coms he doesn't need Grant
And this whole stupid genre is insulting to art
Why watch a film of a life which ends up better
When you could be out there trying to measure
Whether all these love gestures are really worth it
Or whether these movies have blown them all turgid
Be original,
Prepare to excite,
Because then at least if you fail you know you can write.