My Gloat
I told you not to cross the street on a red.
Now you just got hit.
I told you not to go to bed
and miss the exam for English Lit.
I told you not to sail in the storm.
I told you not to cry around others.
I told you that pie was too warm
to touch. I feel like all your mothers.
I told you not to use the blowtorch
without Grandpa’s permission and blessing.
Now your carpet has a scorch,
and it’s your own house you’re messing.
I told you not to stick your hand
in the disposal.
I told you not to just eat canned
food all the time. I have a proposal.
I’ll be your boss and you answer to me.
Shit will stop happening then.
I’m going to be very busy
babysitting all these men.
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