“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