The other day I was bored in a meeting, so I decided to play a game of “Write your own verses for Alanis Morrissette’s incomprehensible song ’Ironic.‘“ This is how far I got:
It’s like when your skeleton’s
On the outside of your body
It’s like cereal
When it all turns soggy
Isn’t it ironic...don’t you think
It’s like robbing a bank
When you don’t need money
It’s like the world’s a kleenex
When your nose isn’t runny
It’s like going hungry
When you really have a hankerin’
It’s like a right wing library
That only stocks Al Franken
And then I had to stop because I actually had to contribute something to the meeting. Too bad. I think I was on a roll.
It’s like winning some meat
after you become a vegan
It’s like replacing your ceiling
when your roof is still leakin’
It’s like calling in sick
on your scheduled day off
It’s like not being touched
when you turn your head and cough
It’s like starting AA
And then going to a kegger
It’s like looking for a politician
And getting Arnold Schwarzenegger…
the only thing you’ve succeeding in doing here is getting that atrocious song stuck in my head.
that should read “you’ve succeedED in doing”. forgive me. it’s monday. i’m a mess.
Greg, if you get this song stuck in my head all day, so help me god.... *shakes fist*
Isn’t it ironic that Alanis Moriesette can’t discern the essential difference between irony and coincidence?
have i told you lately that i love you?