Star Wars, Episode 3,
I had such high hopes for thee.
So much potential, for an awesome movie,
Three hours in line, I waited to see.
Star Wars, Episode 3,
Alas, you disappointed me.
Months in advance, spoilers I read.
About Anakin losing it, cutting off Dooku’s head,
About Anakin’s loss, with Padme dead.
Yet, sullied the life, young Skywalker led,
All skill in acting, Hayden Christiansen shed.
“It’s not his fault!” you shout.
“Life as a house! Shattered Glass!”
I’m sure he has some talent, there is no doubt.
Yet in the movie Star Wars,
He plays without.
Always whining, always flat.
“Wah! Wah! Obi-Wan is holding me back!”
You say you’re overwhelmed, you say you’re mad,
Yet that doesn’t account for,
Your acting, so bad.
Alright Hayden, maybe it’s not your fault.
Perhaps Lucas is to blame.
After all, his love scenes, man,
They couldn’t be more lame.
Creepy glances and awkward lines.
Mr. Lucas, my dear sir,
This is where your geekiness shines.
Yet I can dismiss strange love,
Without remorse.
We all know what Star Wars is about…
Redemption, and big space battles, of course!
Yet all we get, all we see,
The first five minutes following the Jedi,
It just wasn’t enough for me.
And the plot holes, woe be the plot holes!
Leia remembers her mother, but Obi-Wan forgets of her?
The Death Star, 18 years before its construction…?
Take that out, I would prefer.
Hey! Look, Chewbacca!
Isn’t that cool?
Yeah, totally!
Until Yoda rides him like a mule…
The editing! Oh the editing!
How many planets will we go to?
Please, end at Vader’s breathing,
And cut away to the crediting.
No plot, poor acting.
Little space battle, bad editing.
At the very least, the duels rocked.
Obi Wan versus Anakin,
His near death shocked.
Star Wars, Episode 3,
Such high hopes I had for thee.
Three hours in line,
I waited for ye.
Perhaps you’ll be different,
in a month or three.
An hour of deleted scenes,
And CGI edits.
All for $69.93,
On the re-re-re mastered DVD.
Performed at a school poetry slam. Took 2nd place.