How Depp is Your Love?

It’s alright; playing a lovable rogue,

or the part of an open floozy,

but when it comes to the crunch my friends,

you’re certainly not a doozy,

as the constellation, upon my screen,

is a repeat of a nightmare, so unclean.

So, Jack, and the girl from Pineapple Express,

stop wasting everyone’s time,

this is clearly a domestic problem,

thus, this show trial’s a crime,

though, maybe in court, you both rehearse,

preparing for your real sentence, your curse.

A billion unready couples, are socially accepted,

hence wars, start at home,

Scissorhands and she who’ll Never Back Down,

continue with their tome,

with the seething qualities, that comprise the reign,

whilst the sheep salivate, again and again.

Instead of defamation, perhaps be more judicious,

therefore, start to mend,

both your relationship, and broken tinsel town,

that used to be my friend,

stop thinking, that you are gods, shitting from up above,

ask yourselves this question, how Depp is your love?