A poem from my sleeping pilled up state last night...

... I think it came out ok.

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.