Romance makes me sick,
I can’t stand another romcom.
It feels too forced or too quick,
They make me lose my calm.
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Movie plots that are too alike,
The women all look the same.
I’d rather swallow a railroad spike,
They even have a similar name.
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A white woman who’s independent,
Meets an immature manchild she’ll swoon.
There’s no way I can defend it,
I want to live on the moon.
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The girl grew up with a silver spoon,
The man is usually church mouse poor.
I really hope this movie is over soon,
It’s such a freaking bore.
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I hate how they end up together,
They have no chemistry.
They’ll be married forever,
It’s so predictable to me.
About the Creator
Raphael Fontenelle
Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.
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