Ode to the Synopsis

How I hate you, sinister synopsis.
You really fry my synapses.

I think you have caused a psychosis
or maybe just halitosis,
from all the caffeine I consumed in your creation,
which only added to my frustration.

Nothing even rhymes
with your hideous name,
I believe we only have ourselves
to blame.

We have chosen this road,
that includes you, Oh hated synopsis.

At least, that’s my diagnosis.
Or is it hypothesis?