Alanis Morissette wrote a song,
It was catchy and I used to sing along.
I was drawn to her lyrical rage,
"You Oughta know" seemed fantastically sage.
But after rewinding the tape 50 times,
Before CDs, DVDs, iTunes and LeAnn Rimes,
The words began to grate on my nerves;
Even though a cheating lover no one deserves.
Whiny with self-pity, embarrassing too,
An obsessed, pathetic, undignified shrew.
A man breaks a promise or falls out of lust?
Move on! Live your life! Shake off the dust!
Be thankful you got out when you did,
No domestic trappings, no debt, no kid.
So shed your bitter cross and clean up the mess,
Leave angry revenge for karma to address.