With apologies to The Cure…
“Show me show me show me
How you make a flick,
That has a hackneyed theme,” she said
A formulaic meme,” she said
And poured her latte down my neck
“Show me how to sell it,
And I promise you I promise that
We’ll make a hundred mil
We’ll make a hundred mil.”
Tossing out a clichéd plot,
It sold to DreamWorks on the spot.
One half “Ghost and Mrs. Muir,” and one half
Terri Schiavo
“I would cast Reese Witherspoon,” she said
“And the guy who boned Meg Ryan: Mark Ruffalo
Oh yeah, Mark Ruffalo”
You
In a coma
Phew
Some aroma
Whew
She’s no angel
Thriving on the lamest bromides
We’ve seen a million times
Please make this a dream
[piano solo]
Lights came on, to my relief
It seemed like it had taken weeks
Moved my hips to leave my seat
Could not believe my eyes
I found myself alone alone
Alone amidst a cheering crowd
Uncaring that they chose to clap
For such a blatant pile of crap
You
Won’t want to sit
Through
A piece of s**t
Like
“Just Like Heaven”
