Every day for twelve long months
You've told me the same woes
The tale of how she did you wrong
The pain no one else knows
You put her in a virtual cart
You shaved her virtual head
Paraded her through Blogger Town
No insult left unsaid
There's no one left who doesn't know
Just what she did to you
And how you've been so very hurt
As she was so untrue
And everybody gave you hugs,
At first, and sympathy
And everybody said "Poor you,
That's bad, we all agree."
But that was not enough for you
And nothing made it right
And so you lived it all again
In detail, every night.
So in the end they all said "Stop!
You're not to speak her name,"
And so, instead, you come to me
To vent and stamp and blame.
While those around you get divorced,
Split up or are bereaved
You prattle on, oblivious,
For you were once deceived!
You don't have the monopoly
On loss and hurt and pain
For she was yours for just nine weeks
Get over it, get sane!
Monday, 14 January 2008
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