“I told you so” Is never the right thing to say And it will come back at you With fierce indigestion That burns and reeks and lingers And gives you bad dreams That wake you in tremors The regret perched on your chest An oversized inky crow Beak pecking your face and neck

Watch your back The urge to gloats sneaks behind And infects you, seeing beneath Your weak porous skin A bubbling foul potion simmering In your veins, transforming you Into a floating ugly ogre Smirking as the words tickle tongues Ha ha, ha ha, na na na na na na A terrible anthem

It feels good at first, like a drug But soon your breath sours You look in the mirror and see The clouded air is greenish yellow From your mouth to the glass You reform, you vow, You are not that person You will never say that again It ruins your soul, your pure self See, I told you so