"Plot Arc" - The Song and the Poem (a.k.a. My Last Remnant of Fiction of 2010)

Hullo all,

How've you been? Got all the presents you wanted? Watched all the festive telly? Bored yet?

Okay, enough of the unusual question-posing. I've had a very good Christmas (thanks for asking) with lots of goodies. Well, mainly books and DVDs, but they count as 'goodies' for me. And now, the new year approaches.
I don't know about you but, everytime this happens, I start to pine after the previous year. I suppose I have a thing for nostalgia and the past: always wanting the thing that came before. So, in order to savour what is left of the year, I've decided to display what will probably be my last piece of work for 2010.
I've been composing "Plot Arc" for just under a month now and I haven't been quite certain what to make of it. I know the message that I want to communicate, (i.e. break-ups on television shows and how they reflect real life relationships) it's finding the genre and form that is the problem. I say 'is', because I'm still not quite certain. But, maybe you could help.
Below is "Plot Arc" the song and "Plot Arc" the poem. The song is more explicit in terms of the message but it is ultimately very cliche. The poem uses features of screenplay script-writing for comedic effect but doesn't clarify the relevance of the title. Now I'm no expert when it comes to lyric-writing but, having re-read the song, I think I may be on to something. And that inevitably causes me to rethink writing it as a poem. However, I equally think the poem is worth a damn too.
So, without further umming and ahing, here are both respectively. I'll let you be the judge of which is better.


PLOT ARC (THE SONG)

Now you've gone,
Exit Stage;
I should really feel hurt,
should feel hurt by the rage,
but I don't.
No, I don't.

Now you've gone,
turned the page;
I should really feel old,
should feel old for my age,
but I don't.
No, I don't.

'Cos you're a plot arc -
you're purpose is served,
the emotion has curved.
You're a plot arc -
the interest has gone,
time to be moving on,
'cos you're a plot arc.

Now you've left,
shut the door;
I should really want you,
should really want you the more,
but I don't.
No, I don't.

Now you've left,
crossed the floor;
I should really feel robbed,
should really feel robbed and poor,
but I don't.
No, I don't.

'Cos you're a plot arc -
you're purpose is served,
the emotion has curved.
You're a plot arc -
the writer's know fluff,
they've got better stuff,
'cos you're a plot arc.

Now you've passed,
played the game;
I should really remember,
should remember your name,
but I won't.
No, I won't.

Now you've passed,
had your fame;
you should really get out,
should get out of the frame,
and you will.
Yes, you will.

'Cos you're a plot arc -
you're purpose is served,
the emotion has curved.
You're a plot arc -
the writer's are done,
time to be moving on,
'cos you're a plot arc.


PLOT ARC (POEM)

I noticed you leave
like a flick of a page...
LOOK OF GRIEF,
EXIT STAGE.

I noticed a tear,
shed a moment too late...
FOR NEXT YEAR -
SCRIPT UPDATE.

I noticed the cracks
as they swallowed you whole...
NO CALLBACKS,
FIND NEW GOAL.

And I'll keep falling down to cry...
UNTIL THE SCRIPT COMES THROUGH ON FRI.


And that's about it. It's quite ironic really; my last proper piece of fiction of the year and I can't even decide how it should be finished.
Any suggestions? I'm really open to any kind of reasonable interpretation. If not then, ah well. I'm sure I'll find a way. It may take me into the next year, but I'll find a way.
Anyhoo, go off and have a good night. Have a drink on me.

A MERRY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL!!! XD.

Mr. Pondersome