The Anti-Roman Reigns Prose Poem
Roman Reigns. I'm calling you out for abuse of your power.
You must turn heel, but you only listen to WWE's peons.
I respect you as a dad, but not as a wrestler.
You suck so bad that tough guys will beat you up.
You can't win in a real fight. That's the truth.
You've slain so many of our heroes that I want to scream.
You buried a lot of our heroes simply by spearing them to oblivion.
The truth is that when you and John Cena fought, Roman Cena came out.
You are now called Roman Cena because you buried the original master.
I hate John Cena. The same goes for you.
I hope WWE crumbles with you as Universal Champion.
If you do become Universal Champion, then I will stop watching whatever you do.
WWE has become an unlovable place to be because of you.
So many hardcore fans tuned out of the company.
You were sent to continue what John Cena started back in 2005.
By 2025, I expect WWE to go bankrupt because of your continued push.
So, as I say these final words to you,
I hope you get fired before WWE crumbles beneath your feet.
Reason Why I Wrote This Poem
I wrote this poem for one purpose, to convince WWE fans to look at Roman Reigns differently. I'm targeting the Roman Reigns peons; you know, the ones who hang Roman Reigns posters on their wall, having Roman Reigns action figures and having autographed memorabilia of him.
Just know that WWE is crumbling under the weight of Roman's shoulders. I know that it eats them that he's not over and will never be over with the crowd. 99.9% smart WWE Fans and Hardcore wrestling fans hate him, myself included.